Streets of London


It’s not these streets of London,
Where we will matter,
And make a difference
Through our protests and demonstrations
The blinkered eyes and twitching pain
The absent youth and its passion
The hidden wisdom and its capital
And it’s not here
Where your voices will be heard
It’s not here where you can deliver
The light, into the darkness of night
On these streets, of London.
As the dust begins to form its shades on our skins

It’s not these streets of London
Where you will discover the joy and pain
To present your options and opinions
Only what we can, do is to prepare
The old paths to freedom,
And to lend a hand
To the noble cause and its mechanics
On the streets of Pakistan
Where we will matter and make a difference
In all what we possess, in all what we deliver
As the dust begins to form its shades on our skin
It is where you will make a difference
In the dens of sickened politics and its crimes
On the streets of Pakistan, in the hearts of people
As the dust begins to form its shades on our skins

It is not here where you can and will find
The old notions of glory and its references
It is not here from the comforts of your homes
You will deliver and experience the pain
It’s not here where the journey starts
Only the consumption, only the taste
To the end of the beginnings
It is not here where you will experience
The forms of freedom and the joys of liberation
It’s not here where the history be made,
But in streets of Pakistan and in the hearts of the people!

Kashkin

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