Abyzayd's

Foe! All that you sow is hatred
Inside innocent hearts, against human,
Thoughtless that every soul is sacred
Your sin, nor did a Pharao or a Roman.

You kill, you murder, you destroy, you slaughter,
You feel no pain when others are harméd,
You turn into tears the face a child knew laughter
And a mother who once, wailing now, was acharméd.

The Only Creator is only He Who punishes.
The Holy Court of His Justice is Fair
Never, bethought I, a man's life finishes,
Oft, if Muslim, weak, terrified and bare.

'Tis more of terrorism than be said,
'Tis danger earth never saw before,
'Tis merciless act back is to be paid
The reason two men a third are killed for?

Bewandering who the devil my little brain
I knew he is to creatures an enemy
Who'd wish blood bedroped instead of rain,
For he envies you, him, her and even me.


Abyzayd F.CH.