A new school teacher entered the class
She asked students their names and aims
All Doctors and Engineer wannabes
Then raised their hands for future claims!
But one of the boys sitting in the corner
Than everybody else, took a little longer
To say what he said and I quote his words
“I want to become a Suicide Bomber!”
The teacher and students were literally shocked
He had them grabbed with a sense to knock
The school-bell rang for it was a half-day
One given Friday at twelve O Clock!
The logic in the beauty of the mind processed
But his school-life crush won’t be impressed!
Trade seventy Hoors for her private dance
Dear God, it’s a deal, can he now confess?
He’s a very good boy in a bad man’s world!
But chicks don’t dig good boys, you see…
And the best you’ve got is to be yourself
He needs some space in the class to breathe!
They say while in Rome do as the Romans do
Once in a lifetime of child abuse
Be a victim or victimize someone else
With a pre-programmed channelling, grow confused!
Society will teach you the usage of women
From lust to bad-mouthing, she’s standard of living!
Get her raped or throw acid on her face!
She’ll maintain your dignity with honor killings!
You’re not the only one at her legs who stare…
Domestic disputes and extra-martial affairs,
Are nowadays labeled: Just Pakistani things
From your dominant characters, please beware!
But what’s the point of living like this?
Work hard; get a visa; bid a goodbye kiss
In Rome, gods must have a sense of humor
But here, some points are thoroughly missed!
Some try to reach God in a thousand pieces
Some save civilization in one good piece
And trees make oxygen for humans to live
We learn, read and teach just to fight for peace!
