The morning mist settles to the sound of wailing The young and the old, all there in white, lifted towards their burials. A war, a plague? No, just Karachi to the sound of bullets, the smell of death slowly walks this city. But who cares? no one more deaths, more suffering the hospital beds are full. A war, a plague? No, just Karachi the faithful come to pray, bombs explode and body parts fill our mosques. Killed by brother Muslims, Islam's umma stands confused. A war, a plague?
No, just Karachi fear in their eyes, dryness in their mouths, children tread these roads. People leave for work who will return alive? Random bullets fill our roads. A war, a plague?
No, just karachi the gunmen move about, with the message of death yet, remain untouched, unnoticed and invisible to the agencies. Blind to the causes, the city buckle's confused and un cared for. Will it ever stop? Who cares, It's just Karachi!
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