3 February 2013

We're not 'P***s' in England. Borders are manufactured. We're Indians cos England, Made Pak from all the factions. Fractured. Land, Lives, Dreams, Jewels. Snatched em. So actors, Are put in place; Power is won in the name of foreign aid, So I get sick of all the ignorance. Nationalistic brothers hype, Yet history shows were imbeciles; Puppets in their ploys. More Muslims in India, Than Pak so what's your point?? You can't stand for a country built on segregation, Then expect, The kinda progress, That links with integration. They took; Your Resource, your minerals, Your oils, Your hands. Your women, Your children, Your soils, Your Land. Your tradition, Your mind, Your language, Your skin, Is evil that 'something' inherited within? They came as trades men, Took, and left strife. You opened arms, They stole Our minds. Ethnically Indian now, Mothers Pakistan rejected. Technically British;

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