The headlines remind me of the old adage: The youth of today Are the pillars of society tomorrow. I think I am not a father figure in my locality But one of the many drunken drivers Of the municipal corporation. What have I done for my children? No bank balance No congenial atmosphere for their education No nothing I am nobodaddy, I fear. Who cares what my children think? Who cares if I live or I die? I am not bothered about these things; Let the philosophers do, as is their wont. I am somebody Who was born on a certain day And who will die on a certain day.
Suicide bomber! Killing hundreds of practicing Christians On the Easter Sunday! Bombs raining down every nook and corner Of pockets of resistance groups During the Ramadan! Jerusalem oh! Jerusalem To me, you are an image Of a mother weeping over the death of her child. Our children Who were born at the turn of this century (Our sweet youth of today) – They will record their votes For election of their representatives in the Parliament – This is for the first time in their life. The younger generation has been exposed To the system of universal adult franchise! They have been exposed to electioneering To criminalization of politics. I do not know what they will vote for When I have handed down A society addicted to corruption on a platter?