Everyday,
A mother watches,
As the child she gave birth to,
Breathes his last,
In her arms.
Everyday,
A sister waves goodbye to her brother,
Knowing inside,
That she may never see him again.
Everyday,
A family sits together,
Sits together and prays,
To live to see another sunrise.
We sit in the comfort of our house,
And pity the people,
Whose lives are being treated,
Like a minor pawn in a master’s chess.
Their souls hang in the balance,
Awaiting the decision,
Of the players of the chess of life.
We sit and we pray,
For the millions to receive,
Better treatment,
At the other end.
But we do not realize,
The true gravity,
Of this catastrophe,
Until we are involved.
Every decision they make,
Means another child dead,
Another brother lost.
Why do we stand at their mercy?
Our lives like a thread,
A thread they can cut,
As their heart pleases.
Why are their children not dying?
Why are their cheeks dry?
Why are they not crying?
Are they really oblivious,
To the screams of the mothers,
The sobs of the sisters?
But we still can’t realize,
The real gravity,
Of this catastrophe,
Until we are involved.
Our eyes shall open,
When our lives hand in the balance,
Awaiting the decision,
Of the players of the chess of life…
Ridah Ellahi
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