No words
March 05, 2026 —
Ranja Steward
Ar-Raheem, please have mercy on our souls.
Our hearts cry for those
who can't cry no more
drowned in rivers of dust
with no time to mourn
eyes that stopped glaring
hands that stopped playn'
Earth cries for her children
we cry for our sins
--
Yet the fires keep burning
below under ground
their strength, an illusion
their words have no sound
with roots that grow deeper
as bombs cannot reach
One day they'll be fallen
As prophets have teached
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