Abdul Wahab - Whipping

Race is the name of the game
Along with my horse I enlisted my name
I whipped my horse giving him pain
I had a plan for both of us to win.
He did not know
So fast why he had to go!

Race is the name of the game
My Master enlisted my name
He whips me giving me pain
As if He has a plan to make me win.



What's if somebody gives another name of the game?
It will not change; the game will be the same
We are all the players of the game
What, when, how and why if they claim
If even one starts giving me and my Master a blame
Still we have to suffer and intake the pain
My Master knows better what game we have to win!

Abdul Wahab

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