It's All The Same Poem by Akhtar Jawad

How you shall change the centuries old ancient game,
It's all the same, it's all the same, and it's all the same
A daughter of chief minister of the largest province
Whose men beat a salesman could not convince
How she was excused by the affected poor man,
Threatened, bribed or beaten once again?

A female politician slapped a female polling officer
Performing her undesired duty, though a teacher,
A powerful member of the ruling party of the province
Was also excused but her reply could not convince,
How she was excused by the affected woman,
Threatened, bribed or slapped once again?

A newly elected member, one of the feudal lords!
An ordinary man was beaten by him and his guards.
Member of the party of a man, against the VIP culture,
Though heard he is upset on his lieutenant's caricature,
I wonder how he tolerated this charming feudal prince,
Irony! Even leader of the nation could not convince,
How the prince was excused by the beaten man,
Threatened, bribed or tortured once again?

In a nation where all institutions have lost armature,
The executive, the judiciary and the legislature,
Like unnecessary hairs remove the uncalled aristocracy,
Change if you can this luxurious and expensive bureaucracy,
Teach the media to grow now in the matured adults,
Teach the scholars, terror will not bring the desired results,
Wish you could change this centuries old dirty frame,
At the moment it's all the same, it's all the same!

Was Pakistan founded to safeguard the interests of feudal lords?
Where ordinary men may be beaten by a feudal and his guards!