Disenchantment.

A Machiavelli, a Hitler, a regular Vlad,
Satan's new son is a glorious cad.
Our nation his whore, our troubles his folly,
That damned wild boar name of Asif Zardari.

Hungry is the farmer and livid is the student,
seething are the boots at governmental imprudence,
With bombs, talkshows and presidential immunity,
Comes anarchy,tyranny and a complete lack of unity.

What kind of society boasts of a Qadri,
a murderer, criminal and national tragedy?
Showered in roses and bathed in praise,
the pillars of our purity so shamelessly razed.

Our people divided, our loyalties lost,
the paths of our leaders irrepperably crossed.
A cancer of integrity for which there is no cure,
Grim is the fate of the land of the pure.