with the Name of Allah
the All-Merciful
the Ever-Merciful
the Cure
what’ll be the retort for the oil that we import
the turmoil we export
& extortion of our courts?
overtime minimum wage 7 days
but change is short
while the chief of staff laughs
pork & fat stuck on his fork
kids are dyin’- we need support
but our troops are in foreign forts
our leaders don’t ever help
so what do they tax us for?
the haves and the have-nots
are controlled by the have-mores
2 eyes stay glued to tubes
where two-faceds make fake reports
grown men watch kiddie porn
while their daughters become whores
we fight to save species-
our own kids we abort
the world’s at the youth’s fingertips
& it makes ’em bored
the future’s in their hands
they take it, chop it & snort
there’s nothin’ good to expect
& no reason to look forward
when the old follow the young
’cause they wasted their lives before
accountants calculatin’ & countin’ don’t know the score
the eyes of the wise cry
martyrs’ wives smile as they mourn
for surely a Message Pure has reached them from our Lord
they listen when they’re informed
& take heed when they’re warned
dark days & cold nights only brighten their hearts’ warmth
& peace gleams in their eyes
even though our lives are torn
& peace leaves through our lips
though we’re grieved to receive scorn
for surely a Message Pure has reached us from your Lord
be sure that a Message Pure has reached you from our Lord
(c) daniel nehemiah oliver
Read more poems like this in “purified pages”.
knowledge of self 