The Muslim

She looked into my eyes There were tears, she wept She was filled with remorse But her past was not of her doing Senseless death is never accepted Never understood Her sister is gone, no tear undone For wanting to smile, to love, be young Cultures grow old, wither and die Some linger on, and make us cry So stand up, when it becomes too clear Defend those of the weak, those in fear With voices loud, and filled with love We shall rejoice, unveil 1000 doves Kiss away those tears, the pain of so many years Look into her dead eyes, take comfort, she will smile From her grave, she will surely see The anguish left, from barbaric acts This hatred of man can never last A child is she, a shining light Sister, she would grasp your body an soul And whisper, you must continue this fight Forgive those who walk in blindness And cherish those who forgive with kindness - dedicated to a young girl in Pakistan braver than I