Brother, can you tell me

I don’t believe in kings and queens

I don’t believe in living in my dreams

I don’t believe in being tied down to things

I don’t believe in selling my soul

for your diamond rings

Brother can you tell

How has this come to be

That the family of the king

Has much to eat

While we the beggars have

To wait to receive

His leftovers

On his good grace, please

I don’t believe in the establishment

I don’t believe in your foreign aid

I don’t believe in your dictated terms

I don’t believe in begging for what one earns

Mother can you tell me

When will these things change

Will the future get here

While we remain

Or will time take us away

Before these things change

And the world remains

The same

Will we fade away

I don’t believe in kings and queens

I don’t believe in living in my dreams

I don’t believe in being tied down to things

I don’t believe in selling my soul

for diamond rings

And the captains of industry

are really great big thieves

A Pakistani is someone

who stick around not leaves

Politicians are robbers barons

Acting loyal but are knaves

Selling off our futures

and our presents as slaves