TP- A Phoenix's Rebirth

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Poem 9- A Phoenix's Rebirth...(Main-Part3)


A full moon's nightlight, ever in sight! Ever bright!
Destiny's knots tied tight...
Nigh is the time of our awakening! Move ye! The omens show right...
God willing, We shall turn them on their heels, put their multitude to flight....
But firstly, bloodlet this venom of sleep, pitifully drugged...
O' wretched ones! Turn now! Long enough have you, this calling shrugged!
Chosen ye to inherit this earth...
Predestination rejecting your resignation,
Chosen ye from the cradle of birth...
Tactless uncouth! Where lies dead your fiery youth? See ye not? Death lies in their wake...
Rectify this mistake! The banner of leadership, now, you must retake...
End the occultist's oppression...
His magic's might naught but superstition...
To Allah alone belongs all might and majesty...
In Him alone do we seek amnesty...
This nation's heart not yet dead...
Lies have they been fed...
Nay! Severely have they been mislead...
By Allah Almighty! None shall sit in our stead!
Spreading our feathers like the proud peacock...
Islam's vibrancy leaving every face in absolute shock...
They've bathed in our blood, but from it's boiling water shall arise a misty steam, blinding and baffling them in confusion...
This divine decree's appointed time shall come, God-willing, its autonomous imposition....
Carving sharia' in a land of shirk...
Wiping out its filth and mirk...
Matters does it if the ottomans fell?
The winds have changed their course, this can you not tell?
Blowing into burning embers, from its ashes arises our fiery phoenix's rebirth! Is there any left who remembers?
Haughty! The accursed one's ever emboldening bets of gambling...
His minions, your every move sampling, striking down in your heart, any hope of revival, any young sapling...
Hear me! For this is no madman's rambling!
Beneath the hillocks of Xaghra lies a cemetery...
Dusk sets and its inhabitants gather around inquiring, "Is your evidence too, incriminatory?
Your hopes lie in purgatory punishments, what if they be turned perpetual?
Sinning till Salvation? Your hopes then, only conceptual!
What became of the Muhammadan's bloodline?
Do his pulses still flicker or are they now dying?
Exuding a warmth whose sun once radiated this earth and its seven skies...
No old wives tales are these nor any belligerent lies!"
What a fall from grace! This disgrace!
See simba, how our time flies?
Upon hearing this, the audience did I dismiss...
Searching the annals of history, to uncover this mystery and thereby regain our mastery...

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