This poem talks about how insecure life is for Hazara nation. They suffer the taliban's atrocities. This ongoing Hazara Genocide has swallowed thousands of lives yet still craving for more. Hazara nation craves for peace but it lives to be just a dream because peace died years ago engulfing thousands with it.
This poem is about Pakistani government who after every genocidal attack on Hazara nation comes out of his house condemns with his traditional words. He does not do and has not done anything at all to stop Hazara Genocide by fighting with the taliban and bring peace for Hazara..
This poem is about Hazara people who protest every single day against Hazara Genocide and for peace and justice. They hold banners that cry for peace and justice. Children, mothers, fathers, old and young all protest but the goverrnment is deaf and blind and does even bother to do anything.
This poem is about Hazaar Ganji Target killing. Hazaar Ganji is name of a place where street vendors go buy vegetables and bring it back in town to sell it to local people. Many times the poor vegetable sellers - street vendors have been targeted by the taliban. I cannot tolerate this inhumanity of the taliban.
This poem is about the Pakistani government who has no feelings, no humanity, no sympathy and no understanding of a specific population of his country who gets killed everyday The government has not put a single effort in terms of ensuring peace to Hazara nation who protest everyday!!
This poem is about a specific bombing incident that occurred on Feb 16, 2013. I was in class with my students in our English language academy. Suddenly a tank full of liquid explosive exploded that killed hundreds of people and left many injured. It occurred very close to the academy that broke our windows but we survived, I saw dead bodies and people rushing, screaming, and crying for the million loss of our loved ones just vecause of who they are.
This poem is about Hazara Genocide describing how Hazara people are killed. One way is tha the taliban pull them out of the passenger bus, line them up and then fire at them with bullets until they die. The taliban hunt them like animals.
This poem talks about the Hazara women of my birthplace - Quetta Pakistan who protest against Hazara Genocide and for peace and justice along with men and their children after every killing incident occurs.
This poen is also about Hazara nation's Genocide. It draws the images of a sucide bombing which I witnessed very close to me but survived to see my own people dead lying on the ground. I am raising the voice of my unheard people - Hazara Nation.
This poem is about Hazara Genocide. Hazara is an ethnicity that belong to Afghanistan. A lot of them immigrated to Pakistan from Afghanistan. Thus, they live in Quetta city of Pakistan. They are killed by the taliban just because of their ethnicity and religion - Shia. This Hazara Genocide has been going on for years and till is. Thousands have lost their lives at the hands of the taliban for who they are. I raise the voice of my unheard, and innocent people who has the right to live through my writings. Here is my poem about this genocide.
To me, the military has so much corruption within it (Bay of Pigs) and the majority of America only understands the generic reasons for our involvement overseas. So, when my love asked me why I was willing to die for "causes" I knew nothing about and cared nothing for, I wrote him this poem.