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He was baptized into slavery
And submerged in the winter
Of your hatred
And was converted to poverty
In the land of gold,
You taught him that GOD
Was a white baas
Who had invented the pass!
And the police were
The angels of death,
He learned to read
Whites only
Lest he fall into heresy
And desecrate your piss-pots,
And as you crept
Out of the garden
Of your humanity
And excommunicated
Yourselves from justice
And damned your generation
Chained in gold
To a leper colony,
And as he stumbled
Through his oppressive crucifixion
You took him off your cross
And sold him in the market place
To mercenaries while you counted the rosaries
Of your crimes to man,
Now he a victim
Of your greed
A witness to your crimes
Is finally free.
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Human spirit
Unconquerable
Rebounding from
His enemies severest
Cruelty and persecution
of him.
Remarkable the resilience
and strength of his chaste,
pure and noble spirit.
Magnanimous in the victory
Of Islam by forgiving all
After his conquest of his
Enemies.
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In the splendor
Of the night sky
Is the ancient lights
Of whirling stars
Scattered throughout
An expanding universe,
In the vast space
Of the Milky Way galaxy
Scattered with
Countless stars
Is the small stream
Of the oceans
Of the universe
And the world
Is like the wing
Of a mosquito
Pregnant with
The sting of war.
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The history of man
Provides ample evidence
That the pen
Of reason
Is indeed
Mightier than the
Indiscriminate sword
Of violence,
That only that
Which benefits mankind
And the socially relevant
Literature
Like the holy Quran
Allmighty ALLAH’S
Book of truth
Guidance, mercy, wisdom, enlightenment and revelation
Endures the centuries.
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Like a rose
Rejoicing in the giving
Of its fragrance
Wanting nothing in return
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For the courageous
The worst adversities
Provide the most
Fertile soil
For the achievement
Of excellence
Of mind and character.
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The thinning hair, graying
The wrinkled brow
Evidence of passing years
The eyes reflecting
Patient knowing
Of defeats
Of humiliations
Of adversities surpassed
In life's struggle,
Reflections
Of days of triumph
When the race was won
And the true few
Rejoiced with him
In the exhilaration of his victory
While enemies smiled
With daggers cloaked,
Reflections
Of the pleasant years
Of youthful face
Of inquiring mind
And romantic dreams
Of beautiful girls
Exuberance and vanity mixed
And in the mist
Over the ocean
The seagull sometimes cried
For the river,
Peaceful solitude
Contemplation
Wisdom he holds
In the palm
Of his and
While the eyes
Of his mind
Sees the beautiful face
Of the truth.
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That intimate hand
that shakes
the rose petals
in the breeze,
would rather
touch his lips,
Parched
from being
in the sun
too long.
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Universal love
Like a rose
Rejoicing in the giving
Of its fragrance
Wanting nothing in return,
Human spirit
Unconquerable
Rebounding from
Mans severest cruelty,
For the courageous
The worst adversities
Provide the most
Fertile soil
For the achievement
Of excellence
Of mind and character.
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In the spring
Of spreading wings
he dove took flight
In dawns gentle light
And the roses celebrated
In joyous tears of dew
The stirring of the breeze
Playing in the colors
Of the rainbow,
In the summer
Of zenith flight
The dove soared high
Above The clouds
Drizzling caressing rain
Upon the blooming roses
Rejoicing in fragrant ecstasy
The passion
Of the flowering wind
Running in the moonlight,
In the autumn of descent
The dove was drenched
Amidst the scattering rain
And the rose wilted
In the twilight
Of the tempest,
In the winter
Of broken wings
The morning dove limped
In the midnight withering
The roses yearned
For the rays of the sun
And the moon
Was a sickle
Barely seen,
The heavy rain subsided
Into drizzle
The somber clouds
Were blown about
By changing winds
Forming clouds of changing shapes.
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