Tales From Agrabah

• 2. The War Room

In the light of recent events,

As the world is all but a civilisation,

The ones who deserve capital offence,

Are awarded with the recognition.

When the blessed day arrived in glory,

They found solace in a place of worship.

But it was written in their story,

It would be their last act of kinship.

They said "Peace be upon you!",

But the words drowned with their life.

It was before they could say "Adieu."

It was because of their strife.

And while the screams and terror rang out,

The souls were deserting the place,

The monsters were busy in their flout,

Streaming it live with no trace of disgrace.

Perhaps this is what we call humanity,

Maybe we're just puppets in a game.

They're on the verge of insanity,

With morals being set aflame.

Though we win either way in this reckless battle,

Rejoicing in martyrdom, but hurting for injustice.

And though they will continue their lengthy prattle,

Their views will always have the hint of prejudice.

 We all suffer when a limb hurts,

For our ummah is an interconnected body.

We all cry for the bleeding hearts,

For our lives have become a commodity.

But there is a great reward for the patient, 

He (SWT) promises that justice will prevail.

It may take some time to build the pavement,

But by the end you will not remain frail.

The world has succumbed to being spineless,

That much it shows on the screen,

It has no care, thriving in falseness,

For it seemed to only demean.

Unable to move, unable to breathe,

The death of those who died will bloom.

But words are not needed to unsheathe,

If the world had another name, it would be "The War Room".

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[One of the poems I cherish, written for justice and humanity. ❤️ #WeAreOneUmmah]

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Jasmin A.