The Muslim

Written by: arthur vaso

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