In an effort to increase the peace,
I'll read this piece,
for your consumption,
and my release.
Because I refuse to stop writing until
I can reach even one.
Cuz they say that the night is darkest
just before the dawn.
So I refuse, like Allah refused to raise the sun
until Bilal gave the adhaan.
And my words, like Islam,
are enshrouded in peace.
And Islam was a movement
cause the move meant that,
men, women and children would not accept defeat.
And it caused a nation to stand on its feet.
And colours didn't matter,
As long as they worked as an entity.
Cause as Muslims
we are empowered by our diversity.
And there is no justification
For gentrification
Human stagnation
Human rights violation
Female genitelia mutilation.
Coersion, apparatus, capitalistic oppression,
The cause of a people's great depression.
And being born a Muslim doesn't make you
the product of a violation.
You don't see anything wrong with piercing a child's chest with bullets,
or bulldozing houses with sleeping infants?
Holding back a mother by her hair, telling the father to calm her.
If it weren't for the power of Islam to give meaning and sanity
to the lives of people,
then everyone in Palestine would be a suicide bomber.
So I sat my 2 year old niece on my lap,
and asked her where is Allah's house?
She was so innocent and pure right from the start.
She said, "Allah's house is in your heart".
So I realized, that to know Him, I had
to go through His prophet.
Cause when he came to Medina
he eliminated all the plague and disease,
and then from this world he would depart.
Now ,if he could eliminate all the plague and diseases from a city,
then imagine what he could do for you if he lived in your heart.
And though the devil hides in detail,
the chains of Shaytaan weren't made so strong.
And it was a matter of time, until my birth,
that I too was born into this caged illusion
of air, moisture and earth.
And for what it's worth,
I want be able to say to everyone that, "I love you".
And if you draw a small circle and exclude me,
I will draw a bigger circle and include you.
Realizing that you are my brother in faith or my equal in humanity.
And it's insanity,
this world that we live in.
But I try to keep it together,
cause I'm, too old
to loose control.
And there are times when I want be left alone to meditate,
so I can prolong my spiritual state ...
and control my sins
and baptize the jinns.
And I'm sick of some girls
degrading their worth.
Running around half naked.
with not enough consciousness to say
"wait"
"this is a mistake"
and "I need to get out of this state" ...
cause the devils trying to seal her fate.
And I'm sick of reality TV and beauty pageants,
and every other sick institution
of glorified prostitution.
So I say reflect people, reflect.
On all that you were, and what you want be.
On all the people you saw,
And those you can't see.
And your forte,
should be the lyrical foreplay.
Cause expression
is the natural cure for oppression.
And a fuel ignited in my soul,
inside this bottle of tales.
Ready to explode like a
molotov cocktail.
And I will aspire,
until I expire.
Cause I was taught that words were meant to speak the truth.
And that you should evaluate your tongue,
before you've begun
cause it's hard to apologize
once the damage has been done.
And I was brought up to respect women,
and though many resist,
I still persist,
cause I still believe that chivalry exists.
So I want to teach the mind,
and reach the blind.
Though I'm a class clown
in a class of my own
I still have a strong perception.
And sometimes temptation is thrown in my direction.
And I have days when I feel oppressed.
And as a poet, sometimes I find myself obsessed
with things like love, music and revolution.
And dreams of finding a solution.
A solution for the spilled blood in the holy land
crying out to God.
A cry for peace.
A solution to end war, bloodshed and tears.
And weapons of mass destruction are between George Bush's ears.
And the problem isn't with Islam or Judaism.
The cause of the occupation is only Zionism.
And you can't kill innocent people and expect to go to heaven.
And terrorism didn't begin on 9/11.
Giving less taxations
to partnering associations.
And as much as the media filters things
They wanna run and hide
History will still tell you that America was founded on genocide.
And death to the Apartheid.
And I pray for a world
full of love,
Where things are just and fair.
And I may not be here
If we ever get there.
But I stay positive,
Cause it's never too late.
And a smile is a curve
that sets everything straight.
The world turns away from us,
faster than we can turn away from it.
A lot of laws,
but very little justice.
Internal wreckage of the soul,
Scatter and tatter
lost in the gray matter.
Justice delayed is justice denied.
But His delays are not His denials.
So learn to think for yourself,
it's knowledge with understanding that you want to acquire.
And ignite a fire,
that makes you wanna inspire,
And don't jut take my words,
cause I don't preach to no choir.
Let me decide how the truth will affect me,
don't make that decision for me.
And the one who has intelligence,
subdues himself.
And I wish I could sink my teeth into the core
of everyone's pain.
Turn around and plant a love sonnet
in the warm summer rain.
And poets make the language make sense of everything around them.
So I say to you,
let's observe the world
like we've never seen before.
Through the eyes of
a child …
a newborn soul.
Violence was never the remedy,
so make peace, and pray for your enemy. (c)
*This poem was inspired by a good friend*
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