Abu Khattab Al-Sha'er
02-12-09, 10:04 PM
Asalamu 'Alaykuum,
This is my latest poem, it is linked to one of my previous ones (Bird of Passage). Inshallah you guys enjoy it!
Once
By MuslimBrother92
There was a time where birds were free,
Where they would fly across the sea.
Shackles unheard of as they swept the world,
From land to land they would drop a pearl.
Nurturing their young as they taught them truth,
Teaching them manners from their very youth.
Obeying their Master was a daily routine,
Keeping our society strong and clean.
Young ones gathered to hear the stories,
Of brave ones who fought around the Holy cities.
Immersed in the Great book of the All-Mighty,
Increased them in courage and increased them in piety.
It was a time of peace and honour,
The Rijal were firm, their hearts were softer.
Softer then the clouds that they would fly through,
As they learnt their deen, their Iman and patience grew.
Villages buzzing with the call to prayer,
Merchants trading, always being fair.
The scent of Musk roamed through the streets,
As the Sheikh in the masjid continued to preach.
Such a time only one can think of,
It was truly a time where birds didn’t sob.
Things did change as time went by,
Leaving these birds to fall and cry...
Greed and ignorance overtook their nests,
Allowing the worst people to be their guests.
These people came and menaced their land,
Causing the beautiful brotherhood to break and disband.
Sisters were violated and kept as prisoners,
Brothers were killed and their bodies dismembered.
Children remained in the nests of their family,
As their offspring came they fell into blasphemy.
Generations came without knowing their deen,
Stocking up on desire is what has come to be.
Birds of the sky were caged in fire,
Not allowing the warriors to fight and aspire.
The ones who remained were scared of the oppressors,
Caging those who stood up and beating up the brothers.
The people of evil played them like puppets,
As they bribed the people with desire and gadgets.
The once honourable people sold their beliefs,
For something so small which added to the grief.
These once beautiful birds strayed from the light,
Leaving them plainly in the Shaytan’s sight.
Bird after bird fell into the traps,
As the Shaytan held them and tightened their straps.
The evil straps crushed the hearts of the birds,
Leaving their cry’s to be lost and unheard.
Someday the birds will realise their faults,
And will cause this dilemma to crumble and halt.
To those who are strong and continue to resist,
For them is Paradise, a world full of bliss.
As for now the birds remain silent and dormant,
Stuck in the world, stuck in this moment.
These troubled birds don’t realise the past,
Where once our society, was pure and vast.
This is my latest poem, it is linked to one of my previous ones (Bird of Passage). Inshallah you guys enjoy it!
Once
By MuslimBrother92
There was a time where birds were free,
Where they would fly across the sea.
Shackles unheard of as they swept the world,
From land to land they would drop a pearl.
Nurturing their young as they taught them truth,
Teaching them manners from their very youth.
Obeying their Master was a daily routine,
Keeping our society strong and clean.
Young ones gathered to hear the stories,
Of brave ones who fought around the Holy cities.
Immersed in the Great book of the All-Mighty,
Increased them in courage and increased them in piety.
It was a time of peace and honour,
The Rijal were firm, their hearts were softer.
Softer then the clouds that they would fly through,
As they learnt their deen, their Iman and patience grew.
Villages buzzing with the call to prayer,
Merchants trading, always being fair.
The scent of Musk roamed through the streets,
As the Sheikh in the masjid continued to preach.
Such a time only one can think of,
It was truly a time where birds didn’t sob.
Things did change as time went by,
Leaving these birds to fall and cry...
Greed and ignorance overtook their nests,
Allowing the worst people to be their guests.
These people came and menaced their land,
Causing the beautiful brotherhood to break and disband.
Sisters were violated and kept as prisoners,
Brothers were killed and their bodies dismembered.
Children remained in the nests of their family,
As their offspring came they fell into blasphemy.
Generations came without knowing their deen,
Stocking up on desire is what has come to be.
Birds of the sky were caged in fire,
Not allowing the warriors to fight and aspire.
The ones who remained were scared of the oppressors,
Caging those who stood up and beating up the brothers.
The people of evil played them like puppets,
As they bribed the people with desire and gadgets.
The once honourable people sold their beliefs,
For something so small which added to the grief.
These once beautiful birds strayed from the light,
Leaving them plainly in the Shaytan’s sight.
Bird after bird fell into the traps,
As the Shaytan held them and tightened their straps.
The evil straps crushed the hearts of the birds,
Leaving their cry’s to be lost and unheard.
Someday the birds will realise their faults,
And will cause this dilemma to crumble and halt.
To those who are strong and continue to resist,
For them is Paradise, a world full of bliss.
As for now the birds remain silent and dormant,
Stuck in the world, stuck in this moment.
These troubled birds don’t realise the past,
Where once our society, was pure and vast.