Our Children (Our Legacy)

Among the lights, so blinding bright,
under the moon and the embracing night,
on the shores awake and the sea asleep
apathy frolics while antipathy creeps,
let them know, the blissful children,
how their swings shall move lifelessly,
let them see, how we sold them,
let them hear our false melody.
all our dreams left unfulfilled,
all our hopes, how strong we willed,
left in shadows far behind,
instead of promises old and blind,
let them ask, the curious children,
what we did when the war was here?
let them hear, how we told them
let them find the truth laid bare,
for when the war came to our land,
we stood by and watched hand in hand,
we closed our eyes in hope of bliss,
instead lost an eon, now gone amiss,
let them feel, the bleeding children,
how the fire burns relentlessly,
let them scream, let us leave them,
vanish they shall with our legacy,
the smoke will clear then and there,
and the sun shall rise without a care,
the sound of laughter, shall hear no more,
we the people left on the shore,
let us bury our unfeeling children,
far from pain and this misery,
let us weep, at the graves we dig them,
let us tend, to wounded liberty,
for though we have none to call our own,
days and nights now spent alone
and though our seeds, so arduous sown,
the fruits they bare, now aimless grown,
let them dream, the lonely children,
dreams broken by the lives we led,
let them rest, our peaceful children,
let them sleep on our destined bed.

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54 thoughts on “Our Children (Our Legacy)

  1. “We have left nothing but pain and hatred for our children, and the sacrifices that we should have made, our children must bear instead. We were at fault, now they must suffer.”

    “A legacy is yours, as much as it is of the people upon whom you bequeath it.” Osama Iftikhar

    1. Yes every now and then I try and use an ironic phrase to accentuate the abstract nature of my writing, some times it works and at other times it fails miserably. Thank you nonetheless.

      Regards,
      Osama Iftikhar

  2. Love this line, “apathy frolics while antipathy creeps,” but the entire poem speaks of the mess we are creating for our children. (A mess passed down and worsened by each generation.)

  3. I agree with the gesture inherent in the poem ( the voice, or rather it is a verb or action. ) but not with the message. See, modern society has this unconventional way of subverting our thoughts to the majority. Tyranny there is the greater espoused, in my opinion, than the tyranny of the minority. The child in us is NEVER gone. To admit he or she is dead is to strip one of the humanity inherent in each of us. Why do you think elderly people come perfect circle back to childhood in their final years? It’s because it is our natural state. Really, if you give up your childhood, you are giving up YOUR future, YOUR Hopes, YOUR Dreams, as well as the World’s.

    What do I mean by this? It is well and good to speak of the injustice done to each subsequent generation, but an even greater one to speak of the injustice done to the collective generations alive. We all have a responsibility to each-other, some of us perceive it as a higher call to action, others are happy working in soup kitchens.

    Any change is better than no change. Really, we have a VERY divorced view of the past: like antiquity or history was somehow a higher state of human achievement than our current.

    Yes and no. Yes, because today we have a lot more information than in the past. Not more knowledge, but information. The result or price of this is specialization. What does specialization entail? The exclusion of all principles but that which is pertinent. The scramble for wealth and expertise, the obsession for justice instead of right, the politick or raising criminals in the eyes of the media and general public to some Chthonic pulpit of admiration instead of their victims.

    No, because guess what? Back then they were asking the same questions, just with less information. That doesn’t make them inherently more pure, just the same questions. X+1 = 3 becomes differential equations, becomes Tycho Brahe’s formula.

    1. I would agree with you if I were being general, but owing to the specific message of this poem for a specific people I can’t blame you for misconstruing this work. You see this is not a critique on society in general, nor is it a critique on a mortal subject, instead it is criticism of my nation and my people, that is the people of Pakistan. I write these words for I see them materialized in my nation. Apart from that I do agree with you on an objective point of view.

  4. I was speaking on broader terms. The United States has as much this problem as any nation: Pakistan, etc. We are much more similar than different – really.

    The ill of our elderly to our youth and youth to our elderly is criminal here. The promise of a collective people thrown aside because of cultural circumstances.

    We have this obsession ( we being human ) for being right, wrong, etc. Everyone seems to want to plant their flag somewhere. If we could achieve unity out of our diversification, it would likely be through ^. That is, people would be shocked to discover how similar we are. Our similarities should vastly outweigh our differences.

    Of course, that is how I experience life. Idealism and seeing the duality and sensibility in human beings!

  5. I was wondering where you were Hailing from, the poem did sound very specific, to a type or country, Pakistan eh, I take it all is not too well over there! Likewise a lot of my material, is about the political climate I am in, and unless you are up to date with the politics of britain it has a chance of going over peoples heads(it stands that chance anyway) not to worry though, I enjoyed your perspective.

    1. No, things are not that well, and it is quite sad how no matter where you are, as long as you care, you are the insignificant minority, while the unheeding and anhedonic majority shuffles on with their lives as if perception and perspective is superfluous.

    1. Thank you dear friend, as always, your graciousness humbles me, and though you have given me a free hand to choose any of these awards I am content knowing I have the fellowship of an esteemed writer such as yourself. I am grateful to you.

  6. I always think with posts like this, “Why not do something?” I can`t help but think that it is not enough to just share stories of the horrors of the world, it is also important to be part of the solution. Do you work at a charity or group, like tutoring or the big brothers big sisters program, where you can help these children, especially the poor or disabled, the unloved and hurt? I am not saying you are not a good person doing great things, I am just frustrated by others I have met that were quick to complain, but slow to “be the change you want to see in the world”- Ghandi

    1. Respected writer, I am afraid you have taken my words all too circumspectly, by children, I do not allude to the disabled, I merely point out the current generation of my nation, which includes me, and by we the people, I merely point out its antecedent, that is our pedagogy.
      As far as the latter part of your comment goes, color me embarrassed for I must admit, I am no good a citizen my self, and I do try to change ever so often, and perhaps not today but someday surely I shall sleep content, knowing I changed myself at least if not the world.

      Regards

      1. As far as the tone of my comment goes, I suppose I`m a little embarrassed myself. Here I thought I was being polite in my wording, when it was almost rude! I`m very sorry. I plead silliness and staying up a few hours after I should have gone to bed. I understand what you were saying completely, I suppose I just wanted to bring some points to light for other readers. I hope you do get to do some sort of volunteering, as it is actually usually a very relaxing and cheering thing to be part of, if not for the sake of just feeling good for doing good things! Just a smile to a stranger and a random nice comment to a coworker or something can be a good place to start if you don`t have that expansive a schedule.
        Best regards as well!

    2. It is quite alright, I understand you meant well and worry not for no harm was done. And yes, I sincerely hope that I do get a chance to help out humanity in any way possible, as long as I can sleep at night knowing I made this world a better place.

      Respectfully,
      Osama Iftikhar

  7. Along your eloquent words, I feel my words insignificantly meager and insufficient. Nevertheless, the message put forth is as real as the sun itself. We just need this realization to turn to formidable action now. I really enjoy reading your work. Amazing mind you have,
    Luego, miss shahbaz mian πŸ™‚

    1. As always, a pleasure reading your thoughts. Yes miss Shahbaz Mian, I agree, and as part of this generation, we owe ourselves the liberty to act lest we deign to abdicate from the throne of the thinking mortal.
      Thank you for the kind words, Desde Luego, Senor Iftikhar πŸ˜€
      (P.S: I hope I got it right?)

  8. There’s much truth in this, and it’s beautifully written and – I remain hopeful. There is still time. We can still, as a human family, make choices that can change our world for the better. It’s not about whether it’s possible or not – it’s about finding the will. And there are some pretty remarkable children out there who believe in a future.

  9. this is such a powerful poem,my heart bleeds for all the senseless deaths from these senseless wars. being a child of the sixties and a musician i always seem to revert back to lyrics, this one makes me think of the song
    Blowin in the Wind written by Bob Dylan,although i always hope and pray that things will change someday.

  10. I love your poems and how they spark such passion in the people that read them that it urges them to speak out and up. That is one of the greatest gifts that poetry can usher forth and yours does it with magnetic force. Thank you!

  11. I can relate to the passion and conviction of this poem….
    Also …You are so gracious, sincere and diplomatic….here I’ve become immersed in reading the comments your poem elicits and your response.
    The first heartfelt
    The second also thought provoking and engaging.
    Thank you !

    1. I thank you Miss White, there are not many who take the time to form an honest opinion about someone else’s work, but I fear your acknowledgement surpasses my accomplishment, and for that I am humbled. Thank you so much for apprising me of your thoughts, they mean everything to me.
      Regards,
      Osama Iftikhar

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