I love my muslimsisterbrothers

© A. Tallil

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I do not care what is your creed
I do not care what you believe
I’ve always thought that we can be
respect in spite of disagree

I love my muslimsisterbrothers
I loverespectdefend them & others
I can no longer be obliged
to be deceived and ill-advised

I know we’ve made mistakes so many
I know that hate’s a gut response
I’ve always thought that we can find
a way in spite of history’s twined

I know it may have been naïve
I know that no one really listens
I’ve always thought that we can fight
off hate in spite of breach of right

I love my muslimsisterbrothers
I loverespectdefend them & others
I can no longer be obliged
to be deceived and ill-advised

I see that no one asks those questions
I see that no one cares to look
I’ve always hoped that we can lay
our sword in spite of power’s play

I blame our leaders, bankers, bigots,
I blame the greedy, rich and full
I may be small to start a racket
but may in spite we all attack it?

I love my muslimsisterbrothers
I love my christiansisterbrothers
I love my hindusisterbrothers
I love my jewishsisterbrothers
I love my buddhistsisterbrothers
I love my atheistsisterbrothers

I loverespectdefend them & others

Redemption, if you will

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in the shade of splendid words
we hide our fears
& shed our guilt
defend a house of cards
we will

in the nook of sparkling phrase
we burn our lies
& blow our myth
obscure dishonest ways
we wish

in the hint of polished speech
we store our pain
& stash our doubt
prevent an open breach
we want

but in the eye of sparkling tinge
you find my hue
& touch my sooth
redeem eternal clinch
you shall

The Chorus of the Doomed

IMG_1888A girl who clutches her trembling legs
her frame for final salvation it begs
there is no protection to obtain
just crude abuse; an innocence to feign

A boy who clenches his bony fists
no flesh is remaining on his wrists
there is no morsel left to chew
just groaning void; an ache to subdue

(Chorus)
Who looks after those
who mankind simply throws
bogged down by their destiny
left to simmer in tyranny?

Tell me, all you society’s helper:
Will the rich, the monarch or the despot give shelter?

A woman who lies in wretched waste
with scars and marks her body is traced
there is no hope for her to spare
just raw ordeal; an oblivion to wear

A man who cries to no avail
is caged in ruthless poverty’s jail
there is no money here to squander
just vacant treasures; a survival to ponder

(Chorus)
Who looks after those
who mankind simply throws
bogged down by their destiny
left to simmer in tyranny?

Tell me, all you society’s helper:
Will the rich, the monarch or the despot give shelter?