Sounds follow the running footsteps of boy-men

As an internal fury explodes coloring their forgotten dreams

All over the streets is the crimson graffiti of their quest

Uniforms collect to cover the now nameless dead

Faceless in the calm breeze of the Karachi nights

As the local help makes chappaties for dinner tonight

And young wives and children wait, but the waiting will be long

Because forever is the one word only the departed express

While they mix tears with their tea in Lyari as we speak

Another avenue of hope left them with much unsaid

Like his father he went without really compromising much

As the Almighty only knows why they find their death

At the hands of people in Khaki who don't care to speak

Of the numerous hidden reasons that make them act

As if they never knew or were never related to us and

From which one can only conclude that this multiplying hate

Is still destroying the very fabric of the society that once was home

Where love nurtured many of us, the cherished days of our youth

When a tall youth walked the grounds of Grammar School

And did not yet carry the immense burden of his tragic legacy.