"Each slow dusk, a turning down of the blinds"
I received this poignant note from friend FK and would like to share this with you ~~t
"Each slow dusk, a turning down of the blinds" - Winfred Owen Anthem for Doomed Youth
I now what he meant, when he wrote those words in the gloom of the First World War's trenches surrounded by death and destruction. Each day in Pakistan, decency and normalcy dies another death and we have leaders, who are anxious and we have captains who are not courageous. The greatest fear we have is the fear of hopelessness; hopelessness that comes from knowing the depth of a lonely fear without anyone to care for you; the fear of being left alone and the fear that our leaders have interests other than our welfare foremost in their minds.
The cancer spreads throughout the body, but the compromises and the rationalizations have robbed us of our salvation and we are the misfortunate, who have been left compass less and rudderless by those we elected to guide us. The promises have been betrayed and the trust forsaken and in the midst of the lenghtening shadows, we ask who will mutter the final prayers for us and as we look around, we only see the doomed and hollow eyes; afraid to think what the portents herald, but too afraid to admit the reality, which is slowly suffocating us in its holy grasp. In the end, and our end must come, we will die not from broken promises or bullets " but from a lack of hope. I feel a sense of sorrow for the German people, which is so wretched in the general and so estimable in the individual" and all I think is to replace the word "German" with "Pakistani" and the words would be applicable to our predicament.
Like the words of that old song said, i will see you on the dark side of the moon when the band starts to play a different tune....goodbye cruel world....
"Each slow dusk, a turning down of the blinds" - Winfred Owen Anthem for Doomed Youth
I now what he meant, when he wrote those words in the gloom of the First World War's trenches surrounded by death and destruction. Each day in Pakistan, decency and normalcy dies another death and we have leaders, who are anxious and we have captains who are not courageous. The greatest fear we have is the fear of hopelessness; hopelessness that comes from knowing the depth of a lonely fear without anyone to care for you; the fear of being left alone and the fear that our leaders have interests other than our welfare foremost in their minds.
The cancer spreads throughout the body, but the compromises and the rationalizations have robbed us of our salvation and we are the misfortunate, who have been left compass less and rudderless by those we elected to guide us. The promises have been betrayed and the trust forsaken and in the midst of the lenghtening shadows, we ask who will mutter the final prayers for us and as we look around, we only see the doomed and hollow eyes; afraid to think what the portents herald, but too afraid to admit the reality, which is slowly suffocating us in its holy grasp. In the end, and our end must come, we will die not from broken promises or bullets " but from a lack of hope. I feel a sense of sorrow for the German people, which is so wretched in the general and so estimable in the individual" and all I think is to replace the word "German" with "Pakistani" and the words would be applicable to our predicament.
Like the words of that old song said, i will see you on the dark side of the moon when the band starts to play a different tune....goodbye cruel world....
posted by temporal at 4/21/2009
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