What a spectacle, the high rhetoric at the Parliament
‘Roars of Lions’, we heard, coming out the Parliament
Hitherto, a derelict building, the ruin of democracy
Came to bloom, a sanctuary or refuge, this Parliament
Ka’aba they named it, mother they called it, when
Status quo felt danger, building which is Parliament
Champions of vested interests, business or family
Bravo Parliamentarians, have no other compliment
Buildings are sacred when men of honour grace them
Hide not behind this building, the house of Parliament
Inertia broken by tremors of change, has kindled hope
That this building, will soon become a real Parliament
Asad Jamal, 4 September 14
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