Mohammad Ahmad
11-22-2013, 07:09 AM
Chill, rain, and severe winter ever we have.
Saline ground and the salt harrowed our feet.
From sunrise to sunset we proceeded our way
A journey never have it had drawn.
Sixty miles yet and I shall be home.
Nothing is alarming me but my doom.
Yet there is a soul complains the oddness.
Yet there is a soul fixed on grievance.
No matter, if they encage the lion to agree.
Lion will not surrender as fast as degree.
That's the shadow of his aura shining the way.
Everywhere he goes there is hope to see.
Somewhere is the home of hypocrisy never has been.
They lied and lied until the lie is their mode.
What's their grandfathers gained they have lost.
Usually the doom sticks on their blossom.
Saudi Arabia is the home of terrorism.
Wahhabis are the cancer of Islam
Their religion is only to prove their guilt.
I know some of them through the net.
You would be sorrow wishing not this familiarly.
What we call the peace is hardly to be done.
It is just as a white cloud never it has rain.
Gloomily maybe is upset their symmetric peace.
It is as if mouse runs out its diametric phase.
What is a shadowy shed to find there a shelter?
Grief, disdain, curse rarely changes to better.
In case of denial, precisely they know the death.
No truthful attempt they have, none signs of faith.
Their day is gloom always hardly it turns good.
Betrayal and cheating that is their mood.
Abandon them is better than claiming desire.
If you are not burnt either you should be on fire.
Saline ground and the salt harrowed our feet.
From sunrise to sunset we proceeded our way
A journey never have it had drawn.
Sixty miles yet and I shall be home.
Nothing is alarming me but my doom.
Yet there is a soul complains the oddness.
Yet there is a soul fixed on grievance.
No matter, if they encage the lion to agree.
Lion will not surrender as fast as degree.
That's the shadow of his aura shining the way.
Everywhere he goes there is hope to see.
Somewhere is the home of hypocrisy never has been.
They lied and lied until the lie is their mode.
What's their grandfathers gained they have lost.
Usually the doom sticks on their blossom.
Saudi Arabia is the home of terrorism.
Wahhabis are the cancer of Islam
Their religion is only to prove their guilt.
I know some of them through the net.
You would be sorrow wishing not this familiarly.
What we call the peace is hardly to be done.
It is just as a white cloud never it has rain.
Gloomily maybe is upset their symmetric peace.
It is as if mouse runs out its diametric phase.
What is a shadowy shed to find there a shelter?
Grief, disdain, curse rarely changes to better.
In case of denial, precisely they know the death.
No truthful attempt they have, none signs of faith.
Their day is gloom always hardly it turns good.
Betrayal and cheating that is their mood.
Abandon them is better than claiming desire.
If you are not burnt either you should be on fire.