Will the kings ever rise above a cumulonimbus cloud And speak some sense to the sky that covers their land? Or has the knowledge been removed from the crowd To teach us that once upon a time we were a grain of sand? Will the kings ever meet the commoners for a cup of tea And become an image of true nobility that does not decay? Or has nobility formed soldiers to mix blood with the sea To teach a supposedly sick society how to humbly betray? Will the kings ever show their true loving fatherly face And form a pact with us who hold them so dearly? Or have they started fearing our knowledge and race To never teach us our own magnificent history so clearly? Sunday, 05 th of July 2015
The Earth is in me and in me it produces fissure lines Denoting the aging process where Redness and volcanic ruptures Disturb the environment. The body heals and repairs and the crust joins together With reinforced concrete just enough To make the Earth a place Worth living. At a certain age I was taught gardening and did grow my first tree And then as easy as it was I produced A magnificent botanical garden Soon to become a wild forest. Lumberjacks invaded my forest but my soul – an environmentalist – Fought for it and these battles became seasons Where in summer Lumberjacks win But in winter Soul returns victorious. The wind’s name showed up short but hidden and difficult to master It engulfed those who are close to me To show them the true beauty Of gravity and core. So when the wind goes over mountains, into valleys of water and lava, Then rising and rising into the sky amongst the stars like a falcon soaring over a nearb
To resurrect a Muslim is to guide him, Both in words and actions, back to the salaf, In case I have been misunderstood, Read the Qur'an and the Hadeeth, Then judge me accordingly. There are many analysts out there, Each with different mentality, But all agree that world events Have a religious component. We can communicate in English for eternity, But change comes from Arabic, Tall trees may fall but deep roots stay together, In unity we may be fruitful! There was a time when we were heroes! There was a time when you had an excuse to follow us! Tuesday, 8 th of January 2013
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