The Hanif Souls | Written by Pseudonym

Though dead I lay naked upon this narrow crest
Marooned from the minds of man, adrift
In this shallow wasteland of emptiness
I’m crowned by the insanity of reason
Lurking in the shadows of greatness I profaned
Forage the woodlands of sagacity and
By ordinances, prohibitions and skin-duty
Wander through streets of savagery
Pondering my sinews failing, muscles weak
My dominion in death, in shadows in seas
Shall find me twisted, ennobled in crux.

A wretch am I hallowed by the winds
That form from the last gasps of saints
Who though young, though innocent cease
By flames of djinn and fearful mean
They will be restless, I tell you they will be restless!
Distinct from those who died in war
Shall come loudly upon my slumber
Twisted as daisies in spring, they shriek
Motioning toward their arrant prey
How glad am I that the dead cannot dream,
These Children of the lion’s peace
Will force a covenant of heroes
From slumber, from decadence, from shadows
To wash their ancestors in the Jordan of liberty.

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