Injustice
The good fight beckons these merry men
Those that count themselves all heart
Corruptions had, when you stay still
And roll with the onslaught of the dominant cultural wiles
That would have you bend, and wallow
Not stand straight, nor reaffirm your own
Find yourself, within your own cultural tomes
Those books and languages that they say are gone and dead
Have yet fire in them, to rekindle a light
That would blaze to all four points
That they could not stop, aghast with envy
What nonsense a culture that has not a book
Unearth within yourself the sky.
Leash yourself to tomorrow’s peace
And fight the good fight, never letting up
Pray a Mujahid, let me once be called.
Shafeesthoughts
Eminently rational
With reaching passion
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