Abdul Wahab


>>>>Fake Patriots


From outside you came
Here five thousand years ago

And me three thousand
And half later

We were on the same boat
Grazing from meadows to meadows

Gazing the beauty
Of her rivers, hills and valleys

Upon being tired as a traveler
We pretended to be a guest

Till date you never return
To the land you belong

So is the case
With me and my clan

But where do you get the guts from
To claim this is your mother land and all are foreigners?


To call spade a spade
No shred of friendship I see in your mind

You remain an aggressor
Like your ancestors a fake patriot

The seed of grabbing and snatching mentality
Still alive in your blood

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014

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