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Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion;
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave;
That eats a bread it does not harvest;
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero;
Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dreams, yet submits in its awakening;
Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral; That boasts not except among its ruins;
Pity the nation that will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block;
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking;
Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another with trumpeting again;
Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation. - Khalil Gibran Courtesy: Gulzar A Qureshi |
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