After 40 Years Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

You might laugh at me tonight,
But after forty years from now;
If you survived the promo of Armageddon,
You would cry, and surely vocalize,
O’ God! He was right.

Pay heed to my humble voice;
I am not kidding here,
Only one race would survive;
And that would be the most violent one.
I do not care, if it makes you annoyed;
Love won’t thrive, just Hatred would rise.

What do you think?
I am a cynic making dark assumptions;
I am a voice coming from the eyes
Of burnt corpses screaming for more life.
Do I sound like a corrupt President?
I don’t think so; neither have you felt that,
Then why would I deceive my own people
By inventing lies.

One thing if you could know,
Merely which can darn our Fate;
That is the name of God,
Which only beats in the hearts.
God is neither yours nor mine;
If we can stop snatching God
From each other’s minds;
Let It flow through the hearts,
Let It grow through the souls.
Then I would be proven wrong
And could happily die;
If I would survive
Forty years of more anarchy and vice.