We dear Pakis and the hapless goat, <br />Wide eyed drift in the same old boat. <br /> <br />We, men in the street and you! turncoat; <br />For whom we struggle and cast our vote. <br />Who prints some paper and signs the note. <br />Bleeds us white and clutches our throat. <br />We save and scrape for a whole long year, <br />Every time around the Eid seems near; <br />We clench our teeth and cring in fear. <br />We have to feed and kids to rear. <br /> <br />We dear Pakis and the hapless goat, <br />Wide eyed drift in the same old boat. <br /> <br />This goat is done in the name of GOD. <br />While pain and suffering ride rough shod. <br />Its been said that even the angels nod; <br />Barefoot pattering we fear the rod. <br />The preacher says its good for us; <br />Scares our wits by the fire and truss. <br />No easy answers for the sulking morass. <br />While care and plenty for another class. <br /> <br />We dear Pakis and the hapless goat, <br />Wide eyed drift in the same old boat. <br /> <br />Muslims we are and do go along. <br />See the pens that we Pakis throng. <br />The spirit itself is not a thong. <br />But do we hear the slums' sad song. <br />Don your best an' flatter your beau. <br />Indulge and laugh with the selected few. <br />Guzzle down drinks with the BBQ. <br />Eat your fill but know what's due. <br /> <br />We dear Pakis and the hapless goat, <br />wide eyed drift in the same old boat. <br /> <br />Everyone loves new clothes to wear. <br />Gifts an' sweets for the near and dear. <br />Want no pain no load to bear. <br />Need some money to smile and cheer. <br />We the trodden rank and file, <br />Always told of one extra mile. <br />We too need lady luck to smile. <br />The revelry and meat to last a while. <br /> <br />We dear Pakis and the hapless goat, <br />Wide eyed drift in the same old boat.<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eid-die-eid-day-muslim-festival/
