We dear Pakis and the hapless goat,

Wide eyed drift in the same old boat.

We, men in the street and you! turncoat;

For whom we struggle and cast our vote.

Who prints some paper and signs the note.

Bleeds us white and clutches our throat.

We save and scrape for a whole long year,

Every time around the Eid seems near;

We clench our teeth and cring in fear.

We have to feed and kids to rear.

We dear Pakis and the hapless goat,

Wide eyed drift in the same old boat.

This goat is done in the name of GOD.

While pain and suffering ride rough shod.

Its been said that even the angels nod;

Barefoot pattering we fear the rod.

The preacher says its good for us;

Scares our wits by the fire and truss.

No easy answers for the sulking morass.

While care and plenty for another class.

We dear Pakis and the hapless goat,

Wide eyed drift in the same old boat.

Muslims we are and do go along.

See the pens that we Pakis throng.

The spirit itself is not a thong.

But do we hear the slums' sad song.

Don your best an' flatter your beau.

Indulge and laugh with the selected few.

Guzzle down drinks with the BBQ.

Eat your fill but know what's due.

We dear Pakis and the hapless goat,

wide eyed drift in the same old boat.

Everyone loves new clothes to wear.

Gifts an' sweets for the near and dear.

Want no pain no load to bear.

Need some money to smile and cheer.

We the trodden rank and file,

Always told of one extra mile.

We too need lady luck to smile.

The revelry and meat to last a while.

We dear Pakis and the hapless goat,

Wide eyed drift in the same old boat.

written years back"¦sadly still true.

saadat tahir

to understand the gist.....

It need be known; that we muslims ritually sacrifice a goat each year at a

festival...in the footsteps of prophet- Abraham (PBUH) .......it is to designed

to inculcate devotion and the spirit of sacrifice.....and paki is slang UK speak

for pakistanis, my country-Pakistan is in the grip of a deep recession and

turmoil (not alone there...!)