I respect. Our soldiers.
The people who fight
But I cannot respect the institution anymore.
When in a society.
You can freely say.
That XYZ politician should just die.
But if you refer that to an army official.
You're called a traitor.
When you know.
That those officials
Call you bloody civilians.
And think you don't deserve the right to vote or choose.
When you read the words of dictators who said
They did not believe that our Constitution was
..Good enough??
I'm sorry.
I have 0 respect left for this institution.
It's not even just politics anymore.
It's the feeling that
This country isn't for me
I'm just a civilian.
It's the feeling when.
Self titled 'army brats' tell you
You owe them.
For freedom.
When it was _your_ grandparents rode on a truck during the night
To come to this county.
All the while
Witnessing the slaughter
Of those who these people call 'just civilians'?
And then they expect you to say oh thank you
You gave us Pakistan
When they infiltrate the so called justice system.
That is claiming to purge dirty politics.
The justice that Was dead.
When the butcher and seller of pakistani people
 Pervez Musharraf.
Went free.
And is STILL given a voice despite his heinous crimes.
How then.
How dare you demand my respect for an institution that has, not once. But multiple times failed me and my country. 
Once more I repeat.
I would, and do, give my unswerving loyalty and respect to the family of every soldier who gave his life.
To every youth who loved this country more than his being.
I will honour them till the end.
But I refuse to pledge my allegiance to this institution further

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