Featured Poem:
No More War
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Featured Poem:
No More War
Bismilahi Rahman Al-Rahim.
We Poetic Pilgrimage, we stand for peace, justice and equality.
We’re anti-bloodshed, anti-violence and we say no more war.
I seen it all before, death and destruction, I heard it all before,
greed and corruption. No more, no more war. No more no more war.
I got a vision that the meek shall inherit this earth for what it’s worth,
and the righteous arise, use light to reverse the effects of Satan’s curse.
It’s getting worse on this earth, its ocean bank’s burst, famine and drought, hunger and thirst.
For the last will be first, out of nations dispersed. Diverse as stars, in this universe. Perverse men disturb the humble who preserve Allah’s majestic words and so are visual firm. I spit this verse from the wings of birds, sprint with buffalo herds to get my voice heard.
I hear the symphonies, angelic trumpets in the breeze,
they no say play say judgment day aint far away.
The wicked dance upon the graves of the innocently slayed under the anti-terror masquerade.
But still we pray, five times a day, and still we pray, five times a day.
I seen it all before, death and destruction, I heard it all before,
greed and corruption. No more, no more war. No more no more war.
In this world so consumed with vanity, I’m trying to find an ounce of sanity. Keep my steps in tune with the sighting of the moon, the rising of the sun. That’s how the west was won, I see stars in the horizon, clouds with silver lining, my soul’s redefining. I spit skylines, push up peace signs in crews on front lines.
We stay undefined, to undermine the beast and those of its kind
in the midst of this paradigm.
I’m just reaching my prime, my optimus, no games, no fables, no lead tables, trying to live my life stable.
This ain’t no stakeholdiing shares on my soul, nor for fame or for gold.
Shoot aim and offload, this time was foretold by wise men who were bold.
So we stay composed as the story unfolds.
Oh behold, as the story unfolds, fold, fold.
I seen it all before, death and destruction, I heard it all before,
greed and corruption. No more, no more war. No more, no more war.
Love, light, honesty, modesty, self respect. Love each other the same way you’d love your mother and pray for brighter days. Pray for a new tomorrow, pray for peace, pray for peace.
Bismilahi Rahman Al-Rahim.
We Poetic Pilgrimage, we stand for peace, justice and equality.
We’re anti-bloodshed, anti-violence and we say no more war.
I seen it all before, death and destruction, I heard it all before,
greed and corruption. No more, no more war. No more no more war.
I got a vision that the meek shall inherit this earth for what it’s worth,
and the righteous arise, use light to reverse the effects of Satan’s curse.
It’s getting worse on this earth, its ocean bank’s burst, famine and drought, hunger and thirst.
For the last will be first, out of nations dispersed. Diverse as stars, in this universe. Perverse men disturb the humble who preserve Allah’s majestic words and so are visual firm. I spit this verse from the wings of birds, sprint with buffalo herds to get my voice heard.
I hear the symphonies, angelic trumpets in the breeze,
they no say play say judgment day aint far away.
The wicked dance upon the graves of the innocently slayed under the anti-terror masquerade.
But still we pray, five times a day, and still we pray, five times a day.
I seen it all before, death and destruction, I heard it all before,
greed and corruption. No more, no more war. No more no more war.
In this world so consumed with vanity, I’m trying to find an ounce of sanity. Keep my steps in tune with the sighting of the moon, the rising of the sun. That’s how the west was won, I see stars in the horizon, clouds with silver lining, my soul’s redefining. I spit skylines, push up peace signs in crews on front lines.
We stay undefined, to undermine the beast and those of its kind
in the midst of this paradigm.
I’m just reaching my prime, my optimus, no games, no fables, no lead tables, trying to live my life stable.
This ain’t no stakeholdiing shares on my soul, nor for fame or for gold.
Shoot aim and offload, this time was foretold by wise men who were bold.
So we stay composed as the story unfolds.
Oh behold, as the story unfolds, fold, fold.
I seen it all before, death and destruction, I heard it all before,
greed and corruption. No more, no more war. No more, no more war.
Love, light, honesty, modesty, self respect. Love each other the same way you’d love your mother and pray for brighter days. Pray for a new tomorrow, pray for peace, pray for peace.
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