A Nation’s Woe

To whom have we bestowed the nation's reins,

And watched as all we cherished turned to ash?

He stood before us, making grand proclaims,

But hollow promises flowed from him like trash.

In whose hands have we placed our country's fate?

His words, deceitful, painted a false scene,

A web of lies spun out in public view.

He sowed discord, dividing what was keen,

Tearing apart the unity we knew.

In whose hands have we placed our country's fate?

The economy, once strong, now lies in ruins,

Jobs vanished like a wisp in summer's haze.

The hopes of youths, like withered petals strewn,

Lay crushed beneath the weight of his malaise.

In whose hands have we placed our country's fate?

Religious harmony, once our greatest pride,

Now shattered, broken, by his reckless hand.

The secular fabric, torn and cast aside,

Revealing wounds that scar our sacred land.

In whose hands have we placed our country's fate?

In darkness, we must find the strength to rise,

To reclaim our voice, our spirit, and might.

Together, let us heal and harmonize,

And steer our nation towards a brighter light.

In whose hands have we placed our country's fate?

                  

 ~ Dr Intaj Malek