I cannot say if the man on the street is translating Imran Khan, transliterating him, or merely venting the storm building in his heart. But what he is saying is what is resounding in every lacerated heart, aware of the enormity of the crimes inflicted upon them.
When you want to destroy an institution, you do not need to get to work on it with hammer and tongs. All you need to do is to put a sellout at its head.
When it is your goal to destroy a people and their country, all you need to do is to thrust the moral dregs of society as their governors.
This is exactly what has been inflicted on Pakistan. The huge mass of Pakistanis sees and feel this.
But a few are deliberately taking the cover of blindness.
It is their blood which needs to flow and make red our streets and our rivers, so that their carcasses feed our vultures and our ravens and our pie-dogs, and their seed is oblitered from among our midst so that their stench, or that of their offspring, will never befoul the air that our children will be condemned to breathe.
The time to take accounts has come. This Eid is not the time to slaughter sheep, but to loosen the dogs of war.
It is time we reclaim our trounced legacy and take it back. It is time we take our home back again.
Too long have we been treated as dogs kicked beyond the threshold. It is time we reclaim the manger at least.
And then we shall get back our house as well.