TP- In Philosophy and Prophethood

 

Poem 11- In Philosophy & Prophethood

See your last in this ocean vast, ever adrift...
Alas, broken man's compass, his logic won't suffice....
Scratch all he may to fay, find then naught but lice...
These ideas you conceive, who but yourself do you seek to deceive?
Remember death! Its imminent approach, ever swift...
This plague of pestilence has come to pass yet the truth you still do not perceive...
Your eyes ever sharp, why open them in the dark?
A rift in your raft! This craft you simply can not draft...
These saline waters must ye never drink lest into madness should you sink...
In those very depths of darkness, lost then your eyes sharpness, awaiting dinner with these scalded water's streamlined swimmer...

Then as a tree's likeness to its bark, so be to shaytaan this scaly shark...
For his pleasure, your half devoured corpse now a disgraced caricature, its squalid scent a'waft...
All but for a moment's eye blink?
Bleeding on a snath's scythe till death's brink, the strategy to salvation must ye now rethink...
Using science to measure your Lord? First set ye straight, yer own accord!
A cultish renegade fueled by liberal degeneracy, any acts of modesty now an apostasy!
Disguised imperialism with democracy, from the poor you stole and did naught but hoard!
Your politics capitalistic, its people hedonistic...
Every Abdullah & Ali killed, to you just some statistic....
In philosophical fetters lies naught but idle talk and empty thought....
Man has treaded these waters long, since an age bygone, always only sought....
But reality's discernment isnt bought or fought for, tis a gift granted from the most merciful, manifested in man through Prophethood...
Like any other, born from a mother...
He too walked the markets & slept sound on carpets yet chosen above others as God's viceregent, tasked a matter most urgent... Salawat upon Muhammad ﷺ! (Sal lal lahu alayhi wa a'la alihi wassallam)
Salawat upon the praised one! Yes, indeed for his praise can be heard from the four corners of this earth...
So much so, even into a cradled ear post-birth...
His mastery absolute! In both war & politics, faith & socio-economics...
His faithful following resolute! He brought forth your Lord's word in truth! 
Ordered he to bring close kith and kin, uphold these ties of the womb...
In honesty, his words concise & sweeter than any honeycomb...
Foretold the fall of Kaiser o Kisra, honoured before thy Lord with Miraj and Isra...
A revolutionary sway wiping away Arabia's idolatrous moral decay, found the muslims their Lord's will and way...
Foretold quests most noble, his following to topple constantinople...
Your memory wiped away, too weary...
Remember then, would ye!
The battle of the Trench, when hearts dreary would clench in a fearful wrench...
Prophesied then a shackling of the byaztinium might & sassinid superpower, brought down to their knees before the piety of this muslim Brotherhood....
Ya Izzal Jalala wal Ikram! (O' Possessor of Might and Majesty!) You've granted our predecessor might so why have we been reduced to a stormy weather's withering kite?
We too pray and fast! Why must we live fearing and fretting, silenced by the kuffars barage of constant threatening, wondering should this moment be our last...
Will you not once more turn our faces in a cheerful glee?
Strike fear into the hearts of your foes, make them once more cower and flee!
For their evils, finding no solace or shade except in Gharqad's tree...
Unshackle our hearts from a worldly lust & love, set your lions once more free!
Ya Qadir! Change fate's state! How much longer must we bear in patience and wait...
Come to our help 'fore we perish & tis too late...
Say then O' believers!
Hasbun Allahu Wa Ne'mal Wakil!
Hasbun Allahu Wa Ne'mal Wakil!
Hasbun Allahu Wa Ne'mal Wakil!
(Sufficient for us is Allah and he is the best disposer of affairs!)