Murdered Innocence
March 28, 2008 by sickscorpio
A bus conductor in Karachi, aged 13..
A waiter at a roadside teaspot in Larkana, aged 12..
A helper at a motor garage, age 10..
A boy cleaning oil tankers, age 11..
A boy selling combs at bahadurabad, age 8..
A boy selling biscuits at stargate, age 11..
A boy selling pens in bus, age 9..
Another boy begging in buses on the same route, age 11..
A woman age 25+ begging at quaidabad, a child in her lap, destined to become one of the above..
Have our senses stopped working?.. Can’t we feel their pain?, their agony, when they see us driving by?, when we hand out generous tips.. when we drink bottled water…
Their pain is real and their joy imaginary.. Exactly opposite to ours..
Can’t we sacrifice some of our joy for ‘them’?..
Do we even want to think about it?
