Sounds like Pakistan
My friends and road fellows,
Pity the nation that is full of beliefs
and empty of religion.
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it
does not weave,
Eats a bread it does not harvest,
and drinks a wine that flows
not from its own winepress.
Pity the nation that acclaims the
bully as Hero,
And that deems the glittering
conqueror Bountiful.
Pity the nation that despises a person in
its dream,
yet submits in its awakening.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
save when it walks in a funeral,
boasts not except among its ruins
and will rebel not save when its neck is
laid
between the sword and the block.
pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,
Whose philosopheris a juggler,
And whose art of patching and
mimicking.
Pity the nation that welcomes
it’s new ruler with trumpetings
and farewells him with hootings,
only to welcome another with
trumpetings again.
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb
with years and
whose strong men are yet in the
cradle.
Pity the nation divided into fragments,
Each fragment deeming itself a nation.
Khalil Jibran