Pakistan My Pure Land
I am praying for YOU
I crossed barbed wire fences
Amidst screams and cries of pain
Over dead and dying young and old
Silenced forever in the cold;
Pakistan I was born with you
But on a different piece of Earth
I thought was mine then-
Alas!
I was made a migrant refugee
When we all had to flee;
I was carried
so was my sister
To YOU and safety
But for how long?
Pakistan please know who is your enemy,
Let there be Peace
For which YOU were made
And millions of lives were laid
Pakistan I am praying
And painting
keeping My heart and Spirit Alive
Praying that All Hell Fire Closes ,
And like the ancient miracle
Oh Almighty may it all turn to Roses.