When God Remaind Silent

Your words, a double-edged sword, Sometimes pierce like an arrow's chord, Other times, they surface like a wound, Leaving scars that forever resound. Every step, like shifting sands, I walked, veiled, with heart in hands, Through your streets, where complaints did turn, To hatred's form, and love did burn. The whispers of our home's demise, Scattered like leaves, with fading sighs, I doubt your words, O preacher true, Tell God, from His throne, to intervene anew. Thousands of rebellions rose, Yet not a single movement showed, The cups were shallow, I confess, Friendships were fleeting, a moment's caress. Waqar, I've survived the stormy night, The bonds of blood, a wrathful blight.