Sacred Whore Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

World is not what it seems to be
The real face one cannot see
Beauty comes from the facade
Inner side is full of fraud
What it portrays is not the truth
Inner surface is hard, uncouth
Corrupt people corrupt it more
On their faces its taste is sore
Chastity and purity is at stake
People take it like hot cake
Love and hatred go side by side
People take it a joyful ride
No one is there like a guide
Who can spread truth far and wide
But saints do come to refine its worth
Besides bad there is no dearth
Of all those who believe its fine
Besides all those who take its wine
A taste for those a pain for all
Who believe to stall install
Water comes from the divine
To purify all as a symbol as a sign
To take their taste with smiling face
Who are determined to save their race
Who do still believe in grace
Who kiss ugliness and embrace
With the cleanliness of their hearts
And are ready to collect all parts
Love and hatred, cleanliness and dirt
Who still believe to flirt
To convey the message from door to door
Not to corrupt this whore anymore


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan