The court room was cold; and my thoughts couldn’t be synthesized
Trying to recall the crime I’ve committed but nothing comes to mind
I looked deep into my heart too; but I swear there’s nothing I could find
The Judge names my sin; it is murder I have committed
I begin to doubt myself, as my self-respect is omitted
Explaining that I have killed many of his people, many of his friends
I stood there, vulnerable as ever, as he tied in the loose ends
“Punishment for life” he proclaimed.
I stood there in front of him; dumb, silent and maimed.
Years have passed now, and I haven’t made bail
My own brothers deserted me, denounced the peace; left me imprisoned in this jail
But here they don’t know I have time to think, and it makes me smarter
But here they don’t know I eat well, and this test makes me stronger
Here I got to catch up with an old friend, Al-Islam, who has always been kind
We have gotten to know each other well, all these years together confined
He too was falsely condemned, though he never did wrong
Too many wanted him gone, erased, but his message is today still strong
My brother, my sister; someone, somewhere will be judged too
Just stay strong my siblings, you will one day pull through
Because after hardship will always come ease
I hope and pray that this struggle will one day soon cease
But sometimes I get angry and wish to fight back
Incriminate them for my Identity Theft, and get my life back on track
But I learned: my prophet wouldn’t react; for he would respond
That we are people of peace and should cherish every type of human bond
It is sad, but I know that true justice may be too much to ask of today’s laws
We will one day face Al Hakm, the true judge of mankind, and we will each face our flaws
At times it is not the problem that matters, but the angle from which you choose to see
God tests those that he loves; I hope that God loves me
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