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Security of My Homeland

Sitting on the boundary, defending Pakistani border, 
Not feeling alone as its Almighty Order, 
Security the way I take Almighty Pleasure, 
Face all troubles Don’t matter how Harder, 

You the sword of nation, and country pride, 
Chest you up brave heart, don’t sit aside, 
Strive for success in the battle field, 
Chase your enemy, don’t you Hide, 

Protection of country lead You earn the Heaven Above, 
Vaporize your passion like blazing stove, 
Nothing is important then the worth of Homeland, 
Give your best as you do in Love, 

The honor, dignity and delight of Martyr, 
Takes your soul so Higher, 
As the pleasure of real success is Eternal, 
So! Don’t  evade, never give up, Not be Tire.
(Feel it alright as The Best Man do a Best Job as You! ! !)

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The Battle for Tiger Hill

It was  nineteen ninety nine
a battle was about to begin
between the Indian Army
with the soldiers from Pakistan

My name is Yogendra Singh Yadav
a grenadier awarded the Param Vr Chakra
the highest honour for gallantry
this is how the  fight begun

A stone  loosened and fell as we climbed that hill
after three nights  of carefully silently climbing
the Pakistan soldiers opened fire 
from bunkers metres above us not a good thing

Neither up or down we could go
heavy firing caused  eighteen officers and men
to retreat leaving  just seven jawans
with one hundred and thirty five men above us then

We fired at the nearest bunker killing the men
the Pakistani army came to assess our strength with ten men
managed to kill eight but two of them escaped able
to report back now we were in a predicament

I carried twenty five kilo of ammunitions
the battle was fierce, we killed  thirty five of them, 
my six soldiers were killed also,
I was alone, lying amongst the corpses

They shot at the corpses making sure all were dead
I received fifteen gunshot injuries and my gun was taken
had  grenade in my pocket, i pulled the ring and threw
landed in cap of one of the soldiers, exploded,he was on his way to heaven

They thought the indian army had returned
I picked up a Peeka rifle off one of the Pakistani soldiers
killing five soldiers, heard the voice saying retreat
to attack a MMG base further down the hill

I dumped myself in a drain, in no time was at base
saw the officer Lt.Balwan advised Pakistan army was on its way 
Charlie and Delta  was deployed to help Bravo Company
This resulted in the hill being taken by the Indian Army

This war took seven hours, and Tiger Hill was safe



I have been given a plot of land by the Utah Pradesh Government for my part in the battle.

Reference I used

Targil Battle - Tiger Hill (I put that name into search engine). Seven hour battle that won Tiger Hill.


Penned 4 April 2015

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Their Precious Jewels

where *Sharia reigns women are precious jewels hide them from the world let no other man behold the diamond that you possess guard that precious gem her ovaries will get hurt if she drives a car yet Sharia will permit your woman to be chauffeured letting jewels drive could lead to prostitution yet young gems are mined and driven to Syria Al-Queda’s ruby pleasures dancing in the rain two Pakistani sisters shame their family honor killings rained bullets on pearls that smile on YouTube where education is horribly unbalanced Jihad goes crazy a gem shot by fanatics receives the Nobel Peace Prize *Sharia (Islam) the body of canonical law based on the Koran that lays down certain duties and penalties for Muslims a five- tanka series done in traditional syllable count. (Well, I hope at least a few of them are decent tanka!) Inspired by and Written 7/17/2015 for the Patriarchy Contest of Thomas Martin To see the short dance of the Pakistani girls killed to save family "honor", please click on my link at the top.

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Malala Yousafzai

Malala Yousafzai,
a Pakistani school girl,
was shot in the head
because she wanted an education.
A cowardly brain dead camel humping
moronic rat bastard raghead nazi shot her
for that reason and that reason alone,
she is a female and she wanted
to obtain a decent education
and have a bright future in this
turbulent world in which we live.
Malala lived and is well on her way
to becoming a brilliant young spokeswoman
for the equality of opportunity for
girls and women all over the world.
I pray for her safety and continued success.
And may every warped brainless raghead nazi’s
sorry worthless soul burn in Hell for all eternity.

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The Salt of the Earth

The Salt of the Earth

Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Pakistani musicians making music with pyramids and suffering?
Is it Pakistani musicians finding suffering in heart problems and untimely 
hospital stays?
Is it Jordanian warriors tied to their culture, but yearning for the love of the world?
Is it soft hearted geniuses doubting their own efficacy but yet affirming my soul?

Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Divinity Students weighted down by the complexities of a God who would 
forsake the downtrodden?
Or good hearted economists calling them commies?
Is it bow tie wearing conservatives who feed my mind yet bring a wry smile?
Is it Lesbian ethics professors who wage war on injustice?

Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who volunteer to fight on the front lines and 
receive stress and conflict in return?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who write with courage and integrity to 
publishers who shun the very idea of the Divine?
Is it cross wearing angels of administration who work behind close doors of 
schedules and student suffering?

Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Buddhist clinicians who start health care programs and help the unfeeling to 
feel?
Is it loving pastors who pray with sincerity and conviction?
Is it a woman on the street teaching the rest of us to be grateful?
Or is it some wonderful euphony?
Or is it some wonderful euphony of people in conflict, yet all serving the same 
goal?
Or is it some wonderful sound, as a sweet incense that though we refuse to 
understand each other or consider the others vantage, together because our 
hearts are good,
Together because our hearts are good.
Together because our hearts are good, we become a sound.
We become the sound of rushing water, and preserve the earth as one.

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A is for

A is for Adams, second and sixth presidents.
B is for two Bushes who were Whitehouse residents.

C is for Clinton, forty-second president of nation.
D is for Davis, President of Southern Federation.

E is for Eisenhower, a president and World War hero. 
F is for President Fillmore who was pretty much a zero.

G is for President Grant, a general in the Civil War.
H is for President Hayes whom we don’t speak of any more.

I is for Isabella, two queens of England, one of Spain.
J is for President Jefferson seen by some as being vain.

K is for President Kennedy who was assassinated.
L is for President Lincoln whose worth can’t be over-stated.

M is for Presidents four and five, Madison and Monroe.
N is for Naguib, Egyptian president of sixty years ago.

O is for Obama, who is USA’s first  black president
P is for Polk .who was number eleven to that office sent.

Q is for Quezon, first president of Philippines.
R is for two Roosevelt’s with five presidents in between.

S is for Saul, King of Israel, and he was a very wise man.
T is for President’s Tyler and Taylor and Taft and Truman.

U is for Umberta,  king of Italy before he had to go.
V is for Van Buren, 8th president, plagued by financial woe.

W is for President Washington, number one in every way
X is for Xuanzong, Chinese emperor in long ago day.

Y is for Yeltsin, elected Russian president in 1990
Z for Ziaulhaq ten-year president of Pakistani.

These men of fame and some of shame, were leaders in their time.
Their names in history are writ and fill this little rhyme.


 



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THE PAKISTANI CHILDREN

THE PAKISTANI CHILDREN


These little children
of Pakistan – they
are now with the
lord,
He will welcome 
them – safely on
board.

Up to heaven now – 
and no more pain 
or sorrow,
And they will awake
in a brand new home – 
in a happier tomorrow.

Pakistan is in mourning – 
as the lord blesses 
them all,
And as those children
walk into heaven – 
they’ll hear their 
parents call.

A country now will
be blessed – and a
happier tomorrow – 
When these little
children will be 
comforted – by 
angels who sense
their sorrow.

God has granted to 
these children – their
wings to fly around,
And they all look 
down towards the 
earth, laughing oh so
loud.

Suffer no more – 
these children of 
Pakistan,
But God still asks in
his way: “Why this 
evil is done by man?”

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

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they got em

i heard from the president
news of the desent
of the present
demise of the enemy
no longer will he be
a sigh of diplomacy
or any sigh of false liberty
they got that SOB
dead in Pakistani
osama been laden
the scurge of history




("been" as in past tense)

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War on terror

Navy Seals, they are the boys
no mistakes or error.
They have gone and rid this world
of one man and his terror.

Holed up in a Pakistani house
hidden behind a twelve foot wall,
there became no hiding place,
oh how the "mighty one"can fall!

His body washed and put to sea,
oh let us take a breath,
is this demon really done
is he put to death?

No matter what your faith
or what your point of view,
there is one thing oh so clear
we have to see this through.

Let us take a moment,
although we"ve lots to fear,
and appreciate a victory
mark this day and year.

Say a prayer for all who mourn
at the setting of each sun,
and join their mighty cry..
"Let justice please be done".

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The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)

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BAGAIR PARCHI KAY

MAY HOON NISAR FATIMA
PAKISTANI SHARIYAT KI HAMIL
M.PHIL FROM PAKISTAN
EK USTAD KAY MANSAB PAY FA-IZ
HAN! MAGAR BAGAIR PARCHI KAY
BAGAIR PARCHI KAY PIR BHI PAKISTANI HON !
JAHAN BHI JAO, SIRF
PARCHI KA TASKARA KARTEY HAIN LOG
MAGAR MAY TO EK USTAD HOON 
WO BHI BAGAIR PARCHI KAY !
KABI, DEGREE MILNAY MAY HAZAR RAKAWATAY DEKHI
TO KABHI TARAKI KI RAH MAY PARCHI KI TALAB DEKHI
JO BHI THAY SILSALAY, WAJA EK HI THI
KUKAY, NISAR FATIMA BAGAIR PARCHI KAY HAI!
JAB BHI HAQ KAY LEYE LARNA CHAHA
PARCHI KA NAAM RAKAWAT HI BANA
KABHI CHANCELLOR YA KABHI VICE CHANCELLOR
PARCHI NA HONAY SAY ! KAHANI ADHORI HI RAHI 
KABHI HOSOLAY ILM MAY DUSHWARI
TO KABHI ROZGAR KI TALASH MAY MUSHKIL
AJAB KASHMAKASH KAY DARMIYA THI ZINDAGI
KUKAY NISAR FATIMA THI! BAGAIR PARCHI KAY
WO AAJ BHI HAI BAGAIR PARCHI KAY
PUR-AZAM, PUR-JOSH, BA-HOSLA!
EK IMEED KAY SATH! 
ANAY WALY KAL KI MUNTAZIR
LEKIN BAGAIR PARCHI KAY! 
MAY HOON NISAR FATIMA
IS YAKEEN KAY SATH
YEH JO JITNEY PARCHI WALAY HAIN
SIRF IS DUNYA KAY MATWALAY HAIN
IS KAY BAD KA HISAAB! 
HOGA, MAGAR BAGAIR PARCHI KAY 
SAFAR THA SAKT MAGAR AHISTA AHISTA
GUZAR HI GAYA AKIR! BAGAIR PARCHI KAY

SHAISTA MANSOOR

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BAGAIR PARCHI KAY

MAY HOON NISAR FATIMA
PAKISTANI SHARIYAT KI HAMIL
M.PHIL FROM PAKISTAN
EK USTAD KAY MANSAB PAY FA-IZ
HAN! MAGAR BAGAIR PARCHI KAY
BAGAIR PARCHI KAY PIR BHI PAKISTANI HON !
JAHAN BHI JAO, SIRF
PARCHI KA TASKARA KARTEY HAIN LOG
MAGAR MAY TO EK USTAD HOON 
WO BHI BAGAIR PARCHI KAY !
KABI, DEGREE MILNAY MAY HAZAR RAKAWATAY DEKHI
TO KABHI TARAKI KI RAH MAY PARCHI KI TALAB DEKHI
JO BHI THAY SILSALAY, WAJA EK HI THI
KUKAY, NISAR FATIMA BAGAIR PARCHI KAY HAI!
JAB BHI HAQ KAY LEYE LARNA CHAHA
PARCHI KA NAAM RAKAWAT HI BANA
KABHI CHANCELLOR YA KABHI VICE CHANCELLOR
PARCHI NA HONAY SAY ! KAHANI ADHORI HI RAHI 
KABHI HOSOLAY ILM MAY DUSHWARI
TO KABHI ROZGAR KI TALASH MAY MUSHKIL
AJAB KASHMAKASH KAY DARMIYA THI ZINDAGI
KUKAY NISAR FATIMA THI! BAGAIR PARCHI KAY
WO AAJ BHI HAI BAGAIR PARCHI KAY
PUR-AZAM, PUR-JOSH, BA-HOSLA!
EK IMEED KAY SATH! 
ANAY WALY KAL KI MUNTAZIR
LEKIN BAGAIR PARCHI KAY! 
MAY HOON NISAR FATIMA
IS YAKEEN KAY SATH
YEH JO JITNEY PARCHI WALAY HAIN
SIRF IS DUNYA KAY MATWALAY HAIN
IS KAY BAD KA HISAAB! 
HOGA, MAGAR BAGAIR PARCHI KAY 
SAFAR THA SAKT MAGAR AHISTA AHISTA
GUZAR HI GAYA AKIR! BAGAIR PARCHI KAY

SHAISTA MANSOOR

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ubel

perhaps i should have looked away 
my mind takes me back to the general store 
of black liquorish sticks red cobble stone walk ways 
the reading of immortal poems as william mason
 
sounds off hot off the press the negroe spirit soar
something that only vachel lindsay could ever explore 
while the birth of confusion balances over land and sea 
perhaps i should have looked away as your scaly form 

crawled over my flesh the flame flickered 
the lantern fell your gloating pout captured me
in your haste in your lure daintily aimously mine eyes 
leadeth me through hidden trenches a cold damp stynch 
of blood soaked wood weeping moss throughout
 
the musty bayous perhaps i should have looked away 
while white sheets were being draped startling 
my trembling wide knees stifled my embrace 
as i clung to my father's fist lincolns hat tumbles
kennedy's heart rumbles 

while my pappy's blood smeared over france 
staining britains arches flowing throughout 
the niles of jordan pouring into pakistani borders 
perhaps i should have looked away 

while staring into my blind grandmother's 
faithful gaze as her hands clapped the sound 
of many men while hatred spread a contagious 
outbreak silencing syria corrupting mankind
 
perhaps i should have looked away my mind captured 
followed by this ageless odorless soundless calm 
liquifying malice greed and shame into a vile mist of envy 
seeping through the pore's of green pastures contaminating
 
golden corn green giants purdue farms honey suckled plums 
red delicious apples into rotten tomatoes tye dying tainted cotton
fields of hanging levi's perhaps i should have looked away then 
when none not even one of us could see hear fear evil nor end

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CHRISTMAS TIME IN HEAVEN

CHRISTMAS TIME IN HEAVEN

 
Christmas time and God
is busy – he’s preparing to
meet new arrivals today,
A cloud with little children
on – all of them smiling –
for a brand new day.

This cloud is a magic cloud –
and it flies through the
sky,
On it’s way to heaven – 
all on board don’t cry.

They are going to their 
new home – were they’ll 
be free to roam –
But they will be able to see
their parents – in their own
sweet home.

The cloud is so comfy – 
no pain is felt at all,
Once they get to their
destination – we will hear
their call?

Their arms are waving as
they all do celebrate – 
they don’t want to be late,
They’re getting so excited –
but they need to wait?

As they approach the pearly
gates – Good God is then
told;
‘That a very special person is
following behind, the cloud,
they all must hold?’

Just then, as they approach
the gates – a man stands all
in white,
“I welcome you to my BIG
home – an absolute delight!”

God stood by the gates – 
and he welcomed all the 
children,
“We have a special guest for
you – he’s sitting in the
pavilion!”

The children first queue up –
in a line to collect their wings –
And they start flying around
heaven - as God starts to sing.

But the visitor is brought in –
and the children do sit close,
And when they see this magic
figure – in the shape of Santa
Claus!

Santa has gifts for all – as the
children smile with glee,
And God directs Santa to his
chair – right beside the tree.

So there really is a Santa
Claus – as these children
now have seen.
To the Pakistani Children –
good old Santa – he has
been.  

As Santa waves goodbye,
to God and the angelic
children –
Back here – down on earth –
they’ll ever be forgotten.

They’ve met their mystery
idol – and now they are all
happy –
Thanks to Good God – and
Santa – a cheery fatty!

The children are now in their
heaven – and better things
will come to pass –
When they look down upon
the earth – and wish us all a
Merry Christmas.        

Please don’t weep for us – 
for we are in heaven now;
“And God has given us our
wings – and now we all do 
bow.

We wish you peace and
happiness, and good  
tidings from heaven above,
And those Pakistani Children
 – are now happy in heaven,
with God’s holy love.

Their parents sense their
children – are happy as
can be –
For they are settled in their
new home – which their
parents now do see.   

May God bless truly every
one, at this special time of
year –
And what’s that noise we all
now hear?
It’s those Pakistani Children –
they shout a great big cheer!

Merry Christmas they do
shout – and may peace rule
the earth –
And may love take preference
upon a new rebirth.
 
Now their little souls have
found peace in their new
home;
‘And from now on – and all
eternity – in heaven, they
will forever roam.’   

BY
DARRYL ASHTON        

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Stylist's New Guinea

Empty; little love
Little Interest
Scream Loud
Rebirth of 1999
Genuine Pakistani Outcry
Asia is East
Europe is West
Shadow Afghans; Dream for Love
I cannot breath
Time flies; While the beat is rocking

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caratchi fields

they'd come for me again just like before I'd hidden underneath the bunkers as bombs bit off chunks of buildings shattering mountaintops the thunder seemed to roar over the soundless skies I'd began to wonder if redcross would arrive in time as fema deployed apon my entering a Pakistani village I'd exposed myself to hatreds war where Lucifer sat sun bathing

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Euthenasia

Nathan D. Contest Name Best of the Best - poem In the year of 2020, Euthenasia was a blast, cos we're over run with people, billions millions every caste, inventors in a frenzy, finding new ways just to die, invent a set of headphones, that were deadly just to try, one had a 38 slug with a electric det. plug it into the music, you aint heard nothing yet, the subsequent explosion, did clean his ears of wax, the flow through ventilation, ear to ear was of the max, life is cheap in 2020, when your'e waiting just to die, till a Pakistani makes a bullet, an your spirit gets to fly... Don Johnson

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RIP ROARING WOMEN tribute to Pakastani 14 yr old taliban victim

RIP ROARING WOMEN

Some of us
are just born quirky
Run from kitchens
Hide
From the housewifely tasks
Read hardy boy books
Sitting in an apple tree

Some of us collect bruises
instead of dolls

Some of us
Want to fly
Want to climb away the fear
    Of never fitting in  
     yearning for new books instead of gowns

Here’s to you Malala
  Who wants to fly
   into the world of books

Pakistani child, 14 years old
   Taliban hit, yet still survives
   defied  bullets 
May you live on to climb with us

We are still climbing
   Reading
   Jumping
   Flying
   Struggling but climbing into
    Joyful lives of contentment

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The stench of power

Only bold , italics , 

The stench of power

  There’s a common smell of bull*****been spreading through this land 
Blair and Brown once had the power to spend spend spend out of hand
The banks as ever did no favours for the common man,
They just ripped people off for profit, right thought this green and pleasant land.
Peoples endowments for their mortgages interest stolen you see 
By greedy money men, thank you sir, living extremely comfortably.
Compensation the ombudsman said you new the risk now you take the fall
Never mind the policies were sold to generate savings for us all.

This common smell of bull*****the stench watering eyes
The tears of the poor and fragile in for a bigger surprise, 
Rip off Britain they call It, unfortunately this is true,
Government ministers fraudulently stealing expenses from people such me as you. 
Five percent of a hundred k, to the rich with plenty more k to play with,
Really is a synch but five percent of minimal pay you really feel the pinch,
And if you happen to be disabled in this common land fourth class citizens
You’ve now become benefit reductions are unfairly planed.

Our Coalition government to reduce the national debt left by Labour previously
Are now stripping from the common man any chance of a decent life,
Youngsters can’t afford a house, and gays are fighting for a wife, 
Ministers lie and cheat just to save their scrawny arse,
What a load of bullshit, this collation government it really is a farce, 

What chance in the next election can’t come too quickly?
Ed Balls and Millerand, oh! Come on honestly!
Get rid of the coalition blue and yellow they make Green.
Could green be an alternative something we have never seen?
Could they do any better what have we got to loose,
Will they be any different is their an alternative to choose?
Fresh ideas ukip offer well that’s what they will say
Could they really be an alternative to the bull*****we have today.  

This stench of bullshit, to the clergy it has spread we need lady Bishops 
For female’s logic, a lot has to be said.
The right to free speech eroded by the politically correct,
Has lead to a country tormented by foreign lands the immigration effect?
Lincolnshire now speaks polish in towns and countryside and in the Pakistani
Corner shop the Polish now reside.

Everything has turned to crap in this land of ancient times 
Can’t think of a single thing not effected, food banks are out of line
This growing stench of bull*****cannot go on anymore 
Every person should be able to live to a good standard that’s for shore.
The government give the country’s wealth away, comic relief that’s really dumb
We need politicians who really know their sums.
Well I could go on and on but end I will here,
 The common smell of bull*****ringing in my ears.
tags allowed.

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unbounded

for Malala Yousafzai

A mere demigod won't do
to feel the fear that
a young woman, a little girl
can put into a righteous man

Horrific are the thinly educated
some holy book might have related
if thought of by the deity beforehand
blessed be children, who can't understand

Our darkness, it is a fearsome place
but we must stay - our people, our race
enlightenment is but for the chosen few
but damn the rest and put them through

pain and suffering of relentless disdain
that reign supreme in divinity's domain
the best offense is to be offended
then violence reigns all ways, never ended

Does sharia demand the murder of daughters?
might not an education have gone further?
influencing to follow leadership that bought her
a meaningful way of life by a faithful observer

Terrorism comes in many forms - always has
and the sword of fear drones too from skies
whether strangers or family, makes no matter
when defending murder of innocents in the guise

of knowing the will of life for another
saying a child must die to prove righteous point
and how they bring purpose and meaning to
a terrorized life, with innocent blood anointing

Would god demand that Abraham carry through
killing his innocent son to prove his fear of God
is god so insecure in the top most place that
murder is the mandate for the true believer

Murder begets little I think, in a universal nature
but the continuation of the circled violence
mere words don't justify spiritual killing in any nomenclature
to bring us to some pursuit of spiritual deliverance

© Goode Guy 2012-10-09

http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/10/09/162573135/taliban-say-they-shot-14-year-old-pakistani-girl-who-exposed-their-cruelty?ft=1&f=1001
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/oct/10/malala-yousafzai-young-pakistani-heroine

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Pakistan

A great nation,
Came together in a cause of separation,
Brought together a whole new way of life,
Through many struggles and fights.
Uniting the ones who believe,
It was their aim to succeed.
Making a mark in history,
To make all the others see.

Even today,
It still remains the beauty,
And the Pakistani pride,
To see my fellow friends,
Hand in hand,
Side by side.

The country was built,
So women were given rights,
People could practice and preach what they liked.
Punjab, Sind, Sarhad and Balochistan,
Are the four beautiful provinces of my Pakistan.
Lahore is famous for its beauty, food and delights,
Whilst Karachi is known to be the city of lights.
Along with its culture, fashion and tradition,
Pakistan is known to be a proud nation.
We love our nation as a whole,
It doesn’t make a difference what cast we are ,
We are united as One to go far.

The green and white,
Shows who we are,
We have the rights,
Freedom,
Power and might.

No matter what others think of my country,
I still love it for the name it has given me,
I am proud,
To be part of this crowd,
And will always remain,
Until the last day.


Details | Pakistani Poem | |

Cultural Confusion Clarification (2005)

An Asian isn’t just an Indian or Pakistani
An Indian is not a Bengali, 
Gujariti doesn’t mean to speak Urdu
Pray 5 times a day is what you would do
If you are a Muslim doesn’t make you a Hindu
A Nepali is not a Sikh 
Indian is not what we speak
It’s a not against our Religion, may be another’s
You can be a Christian if you are South Asian
Tamil and Senegalese are not brothers 
Punjabi’s are not all the same
Are they from India or Pakistan?
With a mixture of Kashmir or Afghanistan
Confusing when you are young
The same colour skin is not the same tongue
South Asia has different countries and different nations  
Has different Religions, beliefs, languages and there own foundations
Getting confused it’s just a clarification of races
Just to tell you that there’s more complication behind our faces 


Details | Pakistani Poem | |

drones and riots

Just a Thought (drones and riots)

In Waziristan, a tiny Pakistani town, a drone hit its target.
The collateral damage... several children killed.
This incident happened about the same time as riot struck
London after an armed loser was shot by the police.
A few building were torched and many shops were looted 
 and trivial items like trainers and TV were stolen. 
In Waziristan the drone was dropped by murderous fools
the riot in London was done by the hopelessly inadequate.