"The
New Lords of the Soil"
When
Muhammad Ali was lowered into the quiet earth,
and Liaquat Ali departed from the grand stage,
the crossroads of this nation changed.
The old monuments of integrity were quietly torn down,
and two new nameplates were nailed to the gates of power:
One
is called Safarish Ali,
The other is known as Rishwat Ali.
Safarish
Ali—
He moves like a shadow in daylight,
whispering into the ears of powerful bureaucrats.
With a single phone call or a handwritten note,
he crushes years of a poor student's sleepless nights.
He suffocates raw talent at the doorstep,
and crowns incompetence on the throne of governance.
And
Rishwat Ali—
His pockets are a bottomless abyss.
He sits behind polished mahogany desks,
putting a price tag on a mother's hospital medicine,
and selling the verdict of a supreme court judge.
Before him, university degrees are mere scrap paper,
and the constitution is just a yielding piece of clay.
Oh,
architects of our forgotten past!
The destiny of your pure land
now spins wildly around these two corrupt names.
Where do we search for Muhammad Ali’s fierce truth?
Where do we find Liaquat Ali’s final sacrifice?
Nowhere.
For today, Safarish Ali rules the open skies,
and beneath every desk, Rishwat Ali extends his waiting hand.
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