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A PRAYER FOR MY PAKISTAN
More than four decades
Of my life have passed
And I see nitwits and nincompoops
Bribers and illiterate morons
Trying to dictate my job to me.
I could swallow them, digest them
And shit them out whenever I like
Yet the near and dear ones
In my family
Compel me to swallow my blood
And put up with the nonsense daily.
My beloved lives in a super power
And yet even she cannot do the least
To ease my state of suffering
My best friend is still hankering
About sending me an invitation
To the land where he is happily settled.
My mother and children are quiet
Bearing, like I do, all that this land
The wretched and selfish have to offer.
Inflation is reaching unparalleled heights
Even Mount Everest and Karakorum-11
Mock at my beloved Pakistan.
Men who have been renowned robbers
Thieves, con men, cheaters and hustlers
Murderers, burglars and cut-throat bandits
Are merry making day in and day out.
Muhammad Ali Jinnah, the Quaid-e- Azam
Is restlessly tossing in his grave-tomb
While the uniformed ruffians have looted
And raped my once-prosperous beautiful land.
Promises are made by kleptomaniacs
Who come out like beggars, nay, worse than them
When they want votes for their parliament seats.
Brain drain has made the dreams
Of poets like Dr. Iqbal and Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
I am also aware of all that is happening
How the have are throttling the have-not
Whether the Western powers help them or not.
My poor denuded homeland -- the Land Of The Pure
Is crying for justice to one and all
To humans with conscience
And to the powers that be
And even to the witnessing angels
Of God the Greatest, the Almighty...
But I am alone, like some like me
When will this damaged land see honesty
Truth and a sense of sincerity
To have the havoc repaired --
The destruction and loot by the bureaucrats
And the self-serving politicians?
Is this for what the poets envisioned?
Sages like Sir Syed Ahmed Khan?
Visionaries like Mashriqi?
No, this is a farce I see
A grotesque burlesque fantasy
O God Almighty, O Allah
Enough is enough I am forced to say
Send down your wrath on the guilty ones
Destroy their castles and fortresses
Their Secretariats and their hidden bastions
And all their safe havens and sanctuaries
Above the land and inside the mountains
If Pompeii can rebel and crush
The inequity of the proud Romans
If the USSR can crumble in days
And become separate as Russia
If Germany can be battered too
And the British Empire lose its worth
What great feathers have these morons
Of this land called Pakistan got?
Except dishonesty, plunder and bigotry?
O my Lord God! Allah Almighty
Just like you destroyed all those
Communities and nations that did wrong
And prided in their revelry
Forgetting You and Your silent Hand
Of slow but steady punishment
I appeal to Thee, pray to Thee
O my just Lord God Allah Almighty
Destroy the hoodlums one and all
And make my homeland, my Pakistan
A place where righteousness thrives
Once its buds spring upright and straight
After uprooting inequality.
And let this blessed land of the Qaid
Become an example for all to see --
May it the Eighth Wonder of the world be...
Terrorism is barbarism
And no loyal one of this land would agree
To blow up his own dear ones, his family.
This is a ploy hatched up by those
Who want to wreck peace and amity
And blame it on us poor Muslims
Who are more concerned about our meals.
I challenge Russia, I challenge their friends
To come up with the truth and defend
How a people busy in toiling and work
Can become suicide attackers for money
This is an Indian ploy I am sure
Which is paying for what we do
To help the dying in Kashmir
Indira did not want Pakistan
Just like her father Nehru did
To survive for more than three decades
Madeleine Albright vexes eloquence
In the Zionist forums of debauchery
Tell her to have a debate with me
Televised live on a worldwide stage
And I promise I will make her eat dust
At the wrong doings of her ancestry.
What Mountbatten and Cripps connived
At the time of Partition
Will be laid bare open before the world
Then let me see what Paul Schoefield
Predicted about the devilry
Which the British and the Hindus planned
And divided unjustly the lands where
Indian Muslims had majority...
O, were I Haider Ali
O, were I Tipu Sultan
Or even a strong Mahabat Khan
I would have taught the English men
Who came here as colonialists
And then through divide and rule
Became rulers of our lands so free.
O my Allah! You are the Greatest
Give sense of honour to my Arab friends
And raise among them a Saladin
Who can rid this earth of treacherous men
And spying diabolical women
Who love to be naked and have sex
Even in the arms of an Indian pygmy...
Save this bastion of Islam
O my God, save Pakistan...
My beloved Pakistan!
