Remember how he died in the end? Do you see how unlucky he was? You know he never found peace?
Such are the words of losers. Those who can’t do anything, hence they pity the one who should be hated.
Power is when you are alive. It matters till death. With medals and meals. Uniform and prestige.
After death, you may say whatever you want to say or even piss on the grave or demolish the mansion – the one who ruled over you won’t give a fuck. That whole mess afterwards won’t be anything but just a middle finger for your burning arse.
They are the ones who lived the life. You, who haven’t seen the afterlife, manage to have pity for them. Have you ever thought how pathetic you are?
You become sick and weak with the passing of years. And they! They attain the ultimate powers in sixties. To rule the land they live in. You may say they died a miserable death and blah blah, but you’ll die too. At least they lived like a king, not a ling like you.
Gaddafi died after ruling for over 40 years and had thousands of women in his harem. You betting on 72? Come on!
Zia died with mangoes, but he lived above all of you for 11 years. Those who were rolling their eyes over his death, are mostly dead themselves. So?
Yahya ruled for 3 years. Those 3 were way better than 30 of others. You still listen to the melodious voice of Noor Jahan, while he, well may they all rest in peace.
Death’s only an excuse. And pity is only a weapon for those who themselves are pitiable.
These men with power – with or without religion as their tool – knew that this is all. Right here right now. Nothing is afterwards. While preaching you afterlife, they kept this life. While narrating you a promised heaven, they had all the liquor, land, and ladies here. Ah! A lot more than 72.
So, they in their 60s and 70s and even 80s. Struggling for power. More legitimacy. More wealth. And more fortune. You may keep on feeling bad but at least remember “Better to live one day as a lion than a thousand days as a jackal.” Yes, you are the jackal as well as the jackass.
Mourn now. Moan later. Doesn’t matter. Do as you please when they die. Right now, try to utter and they will snatch your voice forever.
Is there any solution then?