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MY PRAYER FOR THE SELFISH RICH
Floods ravage
my poor country
After the monsoon torrents.
Millions
are sent as aid money
to alleviate sufferings.
Yet I see
that uncountable
folks cry for food and shelter.
Politics
has made thieves of men
And only speeches matter.
O dear God!
You can see all this
Why not destroy the selfish?
Why not bring
down your destined wrath
On these robbers in coat suits?
O Good Lord!
Have mercy on the poor
The destitute and the homeless
And the babies being killed.
Aid is there
In plenty, in vaults
Make it flood from all the banks
Into the hands of needy.
O Good Lord!
This land Pakistan
Is for the helpless
So may your wrath drown the rich.
The rich ones
Who cannot spend wealth
For the downtrodden ones...
May an earthquake swallow them!
