Cricket And Bullets

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Cricket and bullets Three wars and holocaust How many lives have been lost? Since seventy years we are trading shots People die and whole of area turn into ghost's soul Such a hatred is seen no where When my country is committed to dare For non violence and federal set up for all Pakistan has preferred and housed terrorists to give call We had invited artists But they involved and played against national interests How can you feel good when solders are killed? What their souls may be feeling when you are on cricket field Enjoying game means offering dishonor It is not against such lovely game but against terror You can't claim innocence for such wounds Soldiers never question but their honor is not found The divisive forces talk double Incite people Increase atmosphere of hostility It is national pity Politicians add poison There is increase of hate for various reasons Let us look after local front We have no option but to bear brunt

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