In this age of debauchery and lies,

Will true love thrive?

In this land of gun-toting goons,

Can peace survive?

Bearded and half-learned clerics,

Are defaming Islam,

Brainwashing the unitiated,

And destroying calm.

How can I think of living on here,

In this mischief and mayhem?

How can my loved ones be without fear,

In this terror dungeon?

My motherland is being raped,

By militants from abroad,

The land of the pure* is being ruined,

By descendants of Gog*.

Hope in my heart is a withering flower,

Because I have found,

How the Quaid* and his sister did suffer,

At the hands of bloodhounds*.

Sincerity and truth have no value here,

Nor can honesty live,

Dishonesty is now the official code,

Just "grab" and "don't give".

Corruption is rampant all around me,

All conscience has died,

From the top to the bottom there's just greed,

And no end to "need".

Poor children I see toiling for food,

On the roads and the streets,

While the rulers and the rich are enjoying,

Comforts through deceit.

Let us go O my heart, ere it's late,

To a much better place,

Where life is still sacred, where people matter,

Where God showers Grace.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*Gog: Mischief makers described in the Holy Bible and the Holy Quran.
*Quaid: Meaning leader and is used as a title for Muhammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan. Fatima Jinnah was his sister.
Composed on the 17th of October, 2008, in Karachi, Pakistan.

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