One of the surprising lessons of history is that the cause of killings, wars and conflicts, public hatred and anger on this planet has not been the economic misery of the people, nor hunger and poverty, people have never been for these reasons in history. Maddened with anger at the base, crowds did not take to the streets burning with the fire of revenge. Historians agree that in any nation in the world, people continue to endure poverty, destitution and hunger in silence and keep dreaming of the coming six days. Neighborly rivalries also spend their lives sitting quietly in their own areas and homes. But devastating wars and bloody revolutions in the world have always been caused by the “perverted children” of history. These “perverted children” are strange creatures. These are psychopaths whose pride and arrogance drive them to the point where they begin to imagine that no one can stand before their power and awe. They start making fun of people’s hungers. They continue to force the people to take this bitter pill for a better future by increasing state taxes on every necessity of life. They begin to despise the power of the people in front of them and consider their state powers as invincible. When the self-esteem of the people begins to be attacked, then one incident breaks the storm of all the excesses hidden in the hearts and it comes out that He sweeps away rulers like straw.
The man whose writings brought the French Revolution to life is called Voltaire. This poet, fiction writer and writer who used to stage plays in the theater, one day Rohan, one of the king’s angry followers, badmouthed him, Voltaire replied in Turkish. When the fight started, people tried to save the middle. Seeing this scene, a woman fainted, and the matter was dismissed. But a few days later he was dining at Duke Sally’s house. There was a knock at the door and he was called out and then the armed men started beating him while Rohan stood there smiling. Voltaire went mad with rage. The king kept knocking the doors of the courts to get justice, but he could not get justice. He started learning swordsmanship and started hanging out with the gangsters of the city and then the police followed him and he was arrested and tortured where he was humiliated. The release came on the condition that he leave France and go to England. He was exiled, but his writings continued to reach the hearts of the French people.
The followers of these “perverted children” of history create hatred in the hearts of such people. Another character of the same French Revolution was Lieutenant Robs Parry. Who thought that these are few hooligans who raise noise against the government. It is very important to crush their head. Robs Barry was equivalent to today’s Chancellor of the Exchequer in terms of his powers. He had his own judges appointed by the king and then began to intimidate anyone who threatened to rebel and then arrest them and subject them to extreme torture and subsequent punishments. In Paris alone, 2600 nobles and popular people were arrested and killed. Among them were the famous scientist Weiser who discovered oxygen and the famous poet Andre. The number of be headers increased to more than 1300 per month. It was at that time when a crowd of hungry and starving people gathered around the palace, the queen was asked what they should do if the people did not get koruti, she replied mockingly, “Why don’t these people eat cake” but when the anger and anger of the people As the crowd broke down the palace doors and entered, there was no such thing as a minister of the treasury like Rob Perry to control them.
Robs Perry was killed by a gunshot wound to the jaw and his companions ran away from the crowd like stray dogs. He remembered those who scoffed at him, laughed at him and considered him the lowest burden on earth. Someone leaked the news that the army had been called in to quell them. The crowd continued to loot the houses and warehouses of every noble on the way. A governor boss was in the fort of oil. People knew that the army was there. The crowd broke up. Surprisingly, seeing this crowd, only 120 soldiers remained with the governor, who were cut like carrots and radishes. The governor laid down his arms and went out with a few soldiers, but the people, in whose eyes the revenge of their humiliation danced, did not think it forgivable. The unwashed people had butchers’ knives in their hands. His neck was severed from his body with one such blow. Just across the river was England. There was the same famine, the same poverty, the people were grinding in the mill of the miserable present, but there was no “spoiled child ruler” of history, nor among his colleagues a finance minister like Rob Perry, nor a companion like Rohan. Therefore, there was no sound of revolution there.
These “perverted children” of history despise the people, subjugate the courts and spend their energies on depriving the people of justice, they hate any voice that points to their faults or shortcomings. . The finance minister or law and order supervisor advises him to crush traitors and conspiracies. Any writer, speaker, writer who is seen as a champion is threatened, insulted and then receives the tribute of his achievements from the “perverted child” of history who does not even know that his feet Land is being drawn from. A fire is lit around it. People are staring at him with bulging eyes and clenched fists waiting for revenge, and then when the crowd wakes up, they start to remember all the phrases these “perverted children” have spoken. They are ridiculed. By smiling on their dead bodies, he shows his power.
I often think that anyone who suffers from such a psychological condition is called arrogance and arrogance. They always blame someone else for their humiliation and end. All these people, while going to the embrace of death, must have thought that all this happened because of these followers. I wish I didn’t listen to him; I wish there was someone else in place of this finance minister who sank the ship of the country’s economy. But what can be done, every “spoilt child” of history who has to become a precursor of a revolution, likes the same finance ministers. Do not panic, the time of such an end is very near for such power-drunk people around us.
اے خاک نشینو اٹھ بیٹھو وہ وقت قریب آ پہنچا ہے
جب تخت گرائے جائیں گے جب تاج اچھالے جائیں گے
اب ٹوٹ گریں گی زنجیریں اب زندانوں کی خیر نہیں
جو دریا جھوم کے اٹھے ہیں تنکوں سے نہ ٹالے جائیں گے
کٹتے بھی چلو، بڑھتے بھی چلو، بازو بھی بہت ہیں سر بھی بہت
چلتے بھی چلو کہ اب ڈیرے منزل ہی پہ ڈالے جائیں گے
O you who sit on the dust of the earth, get ready for that time is near
When thrones are overthrown, when crowns are tossed
Now the chains will break, and the prisons are no longer good
The raging rivers will not be averted with straws
Let’s keep cutting, let’s keep growing, there are many arms and many heads
Even if we walk, the tents will be pitched at the destination
Monday 20 May 2024
