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Ramadan Kareem

I too dream, not with a greedy loft filled stomach, exhaustive daydreams
Not like churl boss, not like rich beasts
I dream like dead rivers do, of things lost, irretrievable,
I dream of the future, a history of time incalculable.
All living beings by birth are free to live on Earth,
But since we had a breath; caged until the cupidity's lust.
Awful are our bodies and caged are our souls,
Chained we dream to live and die for the caged goals.
The shackled humanity, drenched in hunger, poor and death.
The lousy world is starving with inanition
Renunciation of human sanity
Decays the boats, roots and the waning moon.
The world descended to the pandemonium
But God was there,
The Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful.
Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness
As the sea that enfold a brook
That runs down to him, he enfolded me
With writhe body and heartsore soul of despair
Said, "Beggar woman who once had a home,
Mother of drowned babies, suicidal virgins, fallen soldiers, woebegone widows
Starving sons, which I cannot forget
Save them from grave of death."
The grace, my lord blessed me, the variant Muhammad
I then dreamt like mothers do, of her offspring’s future, I forgot my dreams
I weep at their empty stomach as I will for generations.
If you can't guilt for them, satiate them with your bread
Fain them with offering, but not with a dime of qualm
Why to fade these children of the spring, born but to no smile, no food and die?
Wit these poor's ache and their kill with cold,
Discover and annihilate without alibi,
Victim your fortune and wealth
For at least their tolerable fate.
-Ramadan Kareem
Allahamudillah
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