Pakistan My Pure Land I am praying for YOU I crossed barbed wire fences Amidst screams and cries of pain Over dead and dying young and old Silenced forever in the cold; Pakistan I was born with you But on a different piece of Earth I thought was mine then- Alas! I was made a migrant refugee When we all had to flee; I was carried so was my sister To YOU and safety But for how long? Pakistan please know who is your enemy, Let there be Peace For which YOU were made And millions of lives were laid Pakistan I am praying And painting keeping My heart and Spirit Alive Praying that All Hell Fire Closes , And like the ancient miracle Oh Almighty may it all turn to Roses.
