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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sixty Years in the Shade (the sheltering green flag)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rushdie wrote of the concept and effect<br>Of shame, how it binds the feet and controls<br>The lives of families, pushes girls to arranged<br>Marriages, where fathers keep them bound<br>To face the violence of their husbands<br>Fuelled by power behind doors, in the closet<br>Of domestic life, escape rebuffed<br>Hardly able to see sunlight or emerge for air<br>Where relatives insist that they remain, terrified<br>The side will be let down, shadow of shame<br>Falling on and darkening the family name</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Reviled if they should leave, try to take<br>The children with, criminalised if they<br>Are violated outside, God forbid, or fail<br>To deliver sons and heirs. All this from soil<br>Polluted and defiled with dirt of shame<br>And Pakistan, another midnight child, delivered<br>By partition, supposed by some mapmaker<br>Home in London to be workable<br>Wedged by careless pen between the mountains <br>And the coast, breathing with two lungs<br>And walking on two legs, eastern and west</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Was sundered soon, before it ever found<br>Its feet, into four provinces, backwoods, hill tribes<br>And the elite, the leaders educated in the Oxford<br>Lexicon, democracy, Jinnah's successors<br>Jailed and hung, or overthrown, charged for corruption<br>Exiled, killed in airforce accidents, self-inflated<br>Little men and daughters rising in debating clubs<br>And all the while the earth trembles under the feet<br>Of the propertied be-medalled equine-breeding<br>Polo-playing, mother-lost and -loving <br>Cricketing, well-tailored and bespoke elite</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Poor, burn victim, little Meena does not<br>Go to school, her mother small, born underweight<br>Stunted by repeated bouts of diarrhoea, she cooks<br>And cleans for her grandfather, glancing furtively<br>At books, divides the mango that he buys her once a month<br>With several siblings, learns from village boys<br>While all her skills are taught for naught but to prepare<br>For a day of marriage, the dowry she will bring, the chant, <br>The prayer, the ring, the henna on her hands and in her hair </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While up on the frontier, far from Karachi's crush<br>On the chaos of Kashmir, the mullahs thrive, the hatred<br>Of the West, America and puppet shadows spreads in a slow burn, <br>The military cracks down again, the secret services<br>Employ intelligence for business schemes, not strategems<br>For progress, peace or poverty's release</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So many threats crowd in, the Hindu neighbours, infidels, <br>Devout and angry students of madrassa<br>Who foresake the failing public schools. How long<br>Will narrow edifices stand, hasty conceptions last, <br>A modern nation state, founded on religion<br>Under sheltering green flag, outrun <br>The shame, the pain of women and<br>The deluge of the past?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a></strong></div>