8 views
The Victor of Armageddon
I can see people die,
infected by usury,
Feeling helpless,
killed in misery,
I am silent,
Not in power, not in lead.
But why is my minister so quiet,
The one as per many so wise,
Can he not safeguard the honor?
Of our women, our children,
Our friends, our kids.
Can he not stop the killings,
Of the unarmed and helpless,
Murdered to save a god,
Of a superstitious belief.
What kinda law do ye bow to,
The one that respites a murderer, a rapist,
A sadist to bail out in an hour or two.
What kinda leader he is,
To hug an oppressed child,
in a foreign country,
Ignoring the blood of innocents,
In his own mother land,
Without punishing the guilty.
A nation in the west,
And their leaders,
The one to brag about,
peace and freedom,
Leads an army,
A group of killers,
For an unjust cause,
For a ruthless invasion.
Walking and trampling,
on the corpses of children,
Filling their bellies,
With the blood of innocent.
They humor me,
Taking an anti terrorist stand,
Good God, I am not blinded,
Their motive so crystal clear,
I can see, I can understand.
Go take all that you want,
Our oil wells, our treasures,
Our mines of minerals,
I will be silent, I will be still,
I surrender to God's will.
I have no swords, no tanks,
No fighter birds, no weaponry,
I have no one to blame,
But my own,
Supreme spiritual leaders,
Holding all the inventories,
Enjoying an extravagant life,
With their friends and family.
Why should they even care,
For people so lost and lazy,
Inspired and motivated,
By glamour and fashion,
by entertainment industries.
I could do nothing but burn,
Women when raped,
Kids molested and murdered,
I could do nothing but pray,
Watching the dead child at bay,
Nothing but move forward,
Ignoring the oppression,
Carelessly without shame,
Being a part of the system.
I wish I could see,
The event of Badar,
Real warriors, Real leaders,
Real ministers and Kings,
Prompt in fighting evil,
For the sake of humanity.
I wish for the birth,
the return of my king,
The last one,
From our,
Greatest grandfather’s offspring.
To stop this war,
To end this oppression,
To fight the last one,
The Victor of Armageddon.
© 2004 - 2020 SOHAIL G SYED
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
© Sohail. G. Syed
infected by usury,
Feeling helpless,
killed in misery,
I am silent,
Not in power, not in lead.
But why is my minister so quiet,
The one as per many so wise,
Can he not safeguard the honor?
Of our women, our children,
Our friends, our kids.
Can he not stop the killings,
Of the unarmed and helpless,
Murdered to save a god,
Of a superstitious belief.
What kinda law do ye bow to,
The one that respites a murderer, a rapist,
A sadist to bail out in an hour or two.
What kinda leader he is,
To hug an oppressed child,
in a foreign country,
Ignoring the blood of innocents,
In his own mother land,
Without punishing the guilty.
A nation in the west,
And their leaders,
The one to brag about,
peace and freedom,
Leads an army,
A group of killers,
For an unjust cause,
For a ruthless invasion.
Walking and trampling,
on the corpses of children,
Filling their bellies,
With the blood of innocent.
They humor me,
Taking an anti terrorist stand,
Good God, I am not blinded,
Their motive so crystal clear,
I can see, I can understand.
Go take all that you want,
Our oil wells, our treasures,
Our mines of minerals,
I will be silent, I will be still,
I surrender to God's will.
I have no swords, no tanks,
No fighter birds, no weaponry,
I have no one to blame,
But my own,
Supreme spiritual leaders,
Holding all the inventories,
Enjoying an extravagant life,
With their friends and family.
Why should they even care,
For people so lost and lazy,
Inspired and motivated,
By glamour and fashion,
by entertainment industries.
I could do nothing but burn,
Women when raped,
Kids molested and murdered,
I could do nothing but pray,
Watching the dead child at bay,
Nothing but move forward,
Ignoring the oppression,
Carelessly without shame,
Being a part of the system.
I wish I could see,
The event of Badar,
Real warriors, Real leaders,
Real ministers and Kings,
Prompt in fighting evil,
For the sake of humanity.
I wish for the birth,
the return of my king,
The last one,
From our,
Greatest grandfather’s offspring.
To stop this war,
To end this oppression,
To fight the last one,
The Victor of Armageddon.
© 2004 - 2020 SOHAIL G SYED
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
© Sohail. G. Syed
