This was inspired by a lecture I attended by Hamza Tzortzis. (For those who have seen his debates and lectures, I know right! How lucky am I?! I saw him in real!) He said something and it just blew me away. It's been stuck in my head ever since. He said we're a slave. To one thing or another. We are slaves to something. But we can choose what we are slaves too. This was my inspiration for this poetry.
To some, this may sound extreme. No offence to anyone intended.
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We must admit we’re slaves
We’re raised in little caves
We have no control or say
In our family, life or even DNA
Yet we roam this world like we’ll last forever
Denying the truth thinking we’re so clever
We say we’re living so free
And in pointless things we feel glee
Like the media, celebrities and fashion
We make these things our passion
These things we choose to control us
They’re the center of the topics we discuss
We imitate and try to please
Things that are like a disease
So orientated around looking good
Or being immoral and claiming we’re misunderstood
We’re delusional
Our lives are controlled by one thing or another
We have the power to choose or rather
We must choose what we follow
But most of these things will leave us hollow
However, there is hope for us if we find it
And when we do and we submit
Life will be given purpose and meaning
Our hearts, we will be cleaning
Because we’ll find Allah is our Lord
Even if by the rest of the world we are ignored
He loves us and will give us relief
When we pass His test of grief
And we will have everlasting delight
When we leave this world filled with fright
The day will come of resurrection
We won’t be saved by One Direction
Or anything that we devote ourselves to
On that day we will see what is true
We’ll see that Allah is the one
To whom we should now run
While we still have time
For our reward will be sublime
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Dedicated to abdofRahman because her story, In Your Love, shows characters with different values and masters...
