Muezzin

Muezzin muezzin

Your echoing call

From a myriad minarets

On the righteous fall

Shuffling feet and bending ear

In your commands

Do they not hear

Those sickening blasts

And bodies rent,

Love and hope

Dashed and spent

Grieving mothers, battered lives

Murdered brothers, widowed wives

And all that lack of good contrives

Bloodied children

Pulled from the dust

Cast into a world

They cannot trust

When simple minds

On evil sent,

When simple prayers

Cannot prevent

Allah’s perfect love

Usurped and bent