Then I Cried

They all think they are the best for the society, whether the liars making false promises, or the men with guns and bombs, engaged in killings, or the so called scholars delivering sermons in favor of the killers, at the places of prayers and worships, promoting the terror, and inviting the aggressor. But I didn't cry. I recollected the dawns and dusks of the late fifties, when guns roared for the first time and these were turned on the poor weak men. But I didn't cry. I recollected the days and nights of painful seventies, when guns were broken and became silent. And repaired soon, not for the silencers of the guns, but again for the poor and weak men. But I didn't cry. Every time I saw an old man on the shop of equipment selling faulty balances at a very high price. But this time when I see the same old man selling again the faulty balances, and killing the principles of natural justice, I look at the faces of my grandchildren, I love my grandchildren, and when I lost control on my tears, then I cried!