This Paki musla poet admits
that India is their enemy
but hardly understands
Pakis are their own enemy -
corrupt, debauch, dishonest, loonies -
almost all of Hindu heritage
became muslas under musla kings
and butchered Hindu and Sikhs
to make a corrupt nation of their own
under laws of a holy book that gerbil fairies
brought from Allah to a cave in Arabia
to an epileptic man seized with seizures.
They are now doomed to jahanum
the paki wretched muslims who fawn
over Arabic sunni muslims who disown
Paki muslas calling them Hindi Muslims.
They are now like dhobi ka kuttas
na ghar ka na ghat ka
(They are now like a washeman's dogs
not welcome at home or abroad)
Allah will not save them
For Allah doesn't like
dishonest, disloyal, debauched people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If at some point, you asked why your beliefs are more reasonable than another's, you might question why beliefs in particular religions vary by sometimes hundreds or more of sects. It is mythology. The world you see Is the reality of your existence. Then you will die. I will die. The end! So can't we just all get along now?
Belief is blind. So loose reason and become blind choosing a blind path and live in your blind reality of existence. and we just all get along now. Right, Kelly Kurt, sir?