While Being Massacred

Surrounded by smoke our skies are grey,
Living our life in utter dismay,
Faith only helps us through the raging day,
Though we are being slain in every way,
Brutally butchered and left to decay

Where are you O Muslims?
While we are being massacred.

Pools of innocent blood around us,
A tragic depiction of gloom and distress,
Wailing mothers, unable to suppress,
Weeping and crying is how they express,
Emotions so grave, beyond distress

Where are you O Muslims?
While we are being massacred.

Their malice and spite are beyond expression,
Shaitan and his helpers act beyond transgression,
Assuming their victory in our oppression,
Exterminating Muslims being their obsession
We’re Allah’s slaves, we aren’t their possession.

Where are you O Muslims?
While we are being massacred.

Watching us die in an excruciating way,
Are we for you just the news of the day?
Displeasing Allah, you toil all day,
Has Shaitan taken over to lead you astray?
The least you can do is sincerely pray,

It’s the least you can do O Muslims,
While you watch us being massacred.

(For Pakistani, Palestinian, Syrian and all my other oppressed Muslim brothers and sisters)

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Maria Karim

Maria Karim is an artist, a writer and a coffeeholic.