Akhtar Jawad's Paki Nation Of Allah Poem by Ravi Kopra

Akhtar Jawad's Paki Nation Of Allah



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.

Thursday, July 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: pakistan
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A New Nation - Poem by Akhtar Jawad at Poemhunter

When corruption of the kings touched the apex,
son of a pallet gun who had arisen to the rank of a machine gun,
smashed customs and traditions of the nation
with the scissors polished by a paste of gunpowder.
He was weighed in a faulty balance of the time
and was described truthful and honest,
but he was not.
He claimed to rebuild a new nation
and fought a war
before that experts were of opinion that King's army
will penetrate its claw in the back of the enemy.
He himself claimed that his troops will arrive
at the capital of the neighbor enemy nation,
within twenty four hours.
But he could not.
Instead it removed the fears
from the hearts of the enemy,
a psychological victory for the enemy.
During his reign a fun-maker,
a jackal
a courtier of the king,
evolved as a new politician,
and he started a campaign against the king.
His campaign was a big success
and the king was dethroned.
The new king was sexually corrupt
he was drunk with wine and sunk in the women.
He also claimed that he will make a new nation.
He was always mislead and misguided by the jackal.
During his reign the eastern areas of the nation
arose for a mutiny that was countered with violence.
A large number of the people of that area
took shelter in the neighboring enemy nation.
It resulted in another war,
the drunk and sunk king had to quit,
but no doubt in it that he made a new nation!
As the eastern areas were lost
as an independent and sovereign state
and the remaining areas were then a new nation.
Now when another corrupt king
was balanced in the same faulty balance
and he was found untruthful and dishonest,
no doubt in it,
he was so.
But I see a monkey,
a player at the branches of sexy green trees,
who played with butterflies and crickets,
won the games of colors and gymnastics,
has emerged as a politician,
and is promising to build a new nation.
God save the nation and its people!

Akhtar Jawad
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 05 July 2018

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?

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Ravi Kopra 06 July 2018

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?

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