DPAA-important mission-find the missing
*DPAA is the Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency
They are friends,
I imagine,
Or perhaps unfamiliar
yet curious
neighbors.
These two seem to like
to lick
each other
And probably value public transparency
more than personal privacy
I wonder
how they became work out
and play in partners,
surprisingly athletic,
flexible,
and inventive
With minds
that began flirting,
Engaging bodies
now urgently culminating.
Benediction
for this newly heated
yet ancient
sacred communion
A warm summer kiss,
a shared soiled towel,
a sapient smile
in my shy shower.
If Dania makes video of her husband that is offense but If Zafar Sapari spies us through our cell phones tabs, laptops, cams and mics and records everything that is gerat???
Couplet
Kahin IG ki sifarsh to kahin DG ki meharbaniyan,
Zafar sapari bari lambi chori hain teri kahaniyan..
The connection's gone.
Check your cell signals.
No signal.
Something is up.
What?
Abduction Set up.
What system do you have?
How do you jam sim signals?
How do you locate sim & cell?
Zafar Khan
Wald
Jabbar Khan
Wald
Tayaar Khan
Wald
Hathyar Khan
Wald
Hoshyar Khan
Wald
Jalaal Sultan..
Where was his personal security?
Where were agencies?
Are agencies involved in the murder of SP?
How was SP kidnapped from Islamabad?
How was he taken to Afghanistan?
How was he taken through so many check posts?
Why the Media supports Underworld Mafia?
Why was the government not taking action against agencies?
Why Imran Khan took Notice only when he was Martyred?
Why DG ISPR came to the Press once he was Martyred?
Why Imran khan did not order to take action against Mafia of twin cities?
Why recording is missing?
Who switched Off CCTV Cameras of ICT?
Who is fooling the nation???
Note.If this is done by DON,then there is a big question mark on Law enforcement agencies?
Don has a private room
A special room cyber room
Direct contact with intelligence agencies
Multiple cell phones whatsapp accounts
Indian european Nigerian numbers etc.
Note.Agencies have some special softwares to hack and crack.
Situation inside Pakistan and India
Investigating agencies Police and underworld
They show they are three
They are not three two
They are united and one
They are friends and relatives
They are siblings under the table
They are enemies of the cross...
Note.Their God is their desire and their glory is their greed and their minds are set on fire to hurt People...
We are always together, We are one of a kind,
Three words describe us, Partners in Crime!!!
Agencia
You hack accounts and invade privacy
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You block signals and assist kidnappers
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You frame who you want?
You plant blasphemous chat and messages
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You tell lies and delete evidence
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
In the name of obedience you lick feet of elite
Is this what you do
Shame on you shame on you
In the name of defense you cover smugglers
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
Officers who gives you the right to play with our lives?
Note. You wish me dead.
Musalman to bohat door ki BAAT hai,
Ham to shayad kafir bhi na rahay..
Do zabano do chehron vali makhloq.Abdus Salam.
My faith is sacred unto me.
I hold it in reverential regard.
But some attack it with glee,
Its tenets they would discard.
In the past it was seen uncivil
To disparage another’s faith.
Today, alas, some call it drivel
Viewing it as akin to a wraith.
All may believe what they will.
That’s an honored human right.
But some voices loud and shrill
Would turn off one’s chosen light.
They claim they hold all truth,
And other beliefs are a sham.
They don’t think that’s uncouth,
Thus I’m thankful I am who I am.
There I was, the phone clutched in my hand.
The numbers sitting there,
I had the 7 extra pills in my stomach already.
Why did the feeling of death have to be so unfair?
I watched myself grab the gun.
I loaded it with my "lucky bullet",
The easy part was over;
Now I was just left there on my own,
I just had to shoot it.
I cry for my family, and all the pain they went through.
To see the cuts on my arm,
To feel so defenseless,
As if there was nothing they could do.
It was my time, my life, I could do as I please.
To end it would be my choice,
No one could stop me.
If I only had spoken out, I could have saved myself,
With just one voice, I'd still be here today.
I go back to the phone,
I could still save myself, maybe.
But I pull the trigger to end my life,
Just as I hear your voice saying,
"Suicide Prevention Agency...."
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