Poem: The Flour Deaths

The Flour Deaths

Do we need?
The Prime Minister House
The President’s palace
The great old parliament
The Muppets of our bureaucracy
The old feudal lords,
And the thousands acres
The old hands of dictators
And the warmth of lies
From the leaders of our present

Do we need?
The ruins of our existence
From one crisis to another
In the land enriched in its soil
From the fertile plains of Indus
To the rivers of the north
The old seasons of harvest
In the mockery of our times
From the creation of promise
To the hardened crimes of our elite

Do we need?
The remembrance of our times
From the questions of the youth
To the analysts of the past
The words in abundance
The absence of action and work
Delivered for the benefits of our hearts
The rotten souls and their dreams

Do we need?
The education and our health
The dream of our existence
Or the reliance on the west,
From its mercenaries to its aids
The disease, inhabited in our land
The crisis of the times, our lives engulfed

Do we need?
The question on their lips
The hatred in their hearts
As they died in the stampede
Of our failures and demise!




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6 responses to “Poem: The Flour Deaths

  1. kirannazish

    It can be sung. Thanks for this post.

  2. Mustafa

    Great post!! Well written kashkin

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  5. Joyce Ramay

    When I read of the deaths of people struggling to get flour, I recalled one Eid when my late husband, Haneef Ramay, and I went to the people living in tents along the railway tracks to distribute treats to the children. They swarmed around us, the big kids shoving aside the small ones. My husband spoke to them in his stentorian voice saying, “We must all learn that the smallest and weakest among us must come first. No one will get anything until you line up and let your smallest brothers and sisters form in the front of the line. There will be something for all of you.” To our amazement, the children all giggled, the older kids directed their younger ones to the front, and then took their places at the rear.
    Afterwards, a man who had been attracted by the crowd came forward and told my husband, “Sir, I have heard you give speeches for more that thirty years, but that was the best one you ever gave.”
    Haneef had been a Pak Tea House regular in the 1940’s and 1950’s, and later went on to help found PPP, and held positions as Chief Minister, Finance Minister and Assembly Speaker, and Senator. Please thank Kashkin for his wonderful poetry.