In the land of Sheikh-Ul-Alam, we are leaderless!
Our whole life is in mess.
Skies wail over condition,
That means we have no station.
Materialism is our life,
That is why, we have strife.
Idiots are going to rule, if present,
Efficient leaders are absent.
Ignorant intellectuals speak intellectualism,
But they don’t know prism.
Vultures are common,
As we believe in bad omen.
We sing songs of slavery,
That means we are not free.
Who will free us from ourselves?
Irrational thoughts are decorated on shelves.
We are not a nation,
That means concussion.
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