Sitting in the lap like a carpetbagger with the pen is the most common practice. Syllabus, which has been designed in the name of ethics almost mutilated the truth. In the borrowed catchall, nothing is new but the juggler’s covetousness.
Pupil! Twitch and discard the holy metaphors from the fake travelogue of human being. These illusions are like plague for our generations. Our existence is not the sole felon in this case. You also couldn’t discriminate your passengers. Hawkers of stoned images forced us to eat our shadows.
In Pakistan, We are still doing the same. We have the slaves’ factories and the most obliged slaves cum hawkers are sham formal executives. These parasites have even seized the space to breathe yet claimed themselves the eminent character in this new Mahabharata. In the days of melancholy, they are still enjoying the spring. Their chambers are like slaves’ incubators and have been decorated with bloody fountains as per erstwhile omen. Recently, ruling elites’ drummers seem like slave hatchery by products. Oh, where am I? Praise the hawkers and become the neo slave.
We are at the slave’s discretionary whims. It’s high time to rediscover ourselves by nipping the evil in the bud rather to allow vultures to play with health of people of Pakistan. Otherwise, one day shadow eaters will eat the syllabus of forced and forged civilized slaves.
Being the slaves, they were untouchable then and now, they are untouchable for general public. Is it necessary to turn everyone into” desired” genre to run the machinery? Till date, the social contract of this very society has not been fairly discussed or published for all and sundry. Can we change it in presence of carpetbagger? Who will dare to speak the reality behind the bars in their ranks? Surveys and further proclamation are the new tools to turn the leaf easily without presenting oneself in the box.
Help lines are also not serving the purpose in accurate sense. Slaves’ incubators habitants are preparing and launching slavish strategies. How can they afford or able to construct new social order for this very land? Shut up! We know our job, this is what we have been hearing since long but the red beak of this vulture still cannot be recognized. One can see the picture of malpractices of loved serpent slave who has just come to know that our countrymen are also facing other health issues besides this pandemic.
Open the door, Ramapithecus’ descendent. Did you know, who was he? Keep quiet, we are selling your king in low price. If you speak about colonial system cherished offshoots, your specie will be endangered. We are licking the dust of our footprints consequently eating our shadows. We lost the way to return but our feet can still move. Feet buds can relish the taste of path. Eventually, serf hatchery will spoil its eggs one day. Tamed invertebrate deputationists from incubators will try to find the way but the supremacy of human being will be louder than the force of armpit fulcrum.
Its spring with flavors of autumn and our forged text book elite is incapable to find the way in presence of lapped pen and modern hawkers. On the other hand, earlier 21st century circumcised deity of this very territory rather to implement its words has started shouting by exploiting the emotions in ignorance.
Deity! Do you know that in one of slaves’ incubator a highly paid technician and tamed deputationist have been eating the shadows of your future by injecting almost expire stock but who cares. We are at the slave’s discretionary whims. It’s high time to rediscover ourselves by nipping the evil in the bud rather to allow vultures to play with health of people of Pakistan. Otherwise, one day shadow eaters will eat the syllabus of forced and forged civilized slaves.
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