A Trumpet blown on Trump
Westerners refused to dance.
So the tie-losing diplomacy.
Between Trump and Trumpet.

On this September’s radiant stage,
We lift our voices, turn the page.
A pose once lost, now boldly found—
A silent stance that shakes the ground.

Arms outstretched or subtly bent,
Each motion charged with deep intent.
Not just a meme, but layered art,
A language born to shake the heart.

It started as a fleeting frame,
A joke, a laugh, an echo’s name—
But soon it grew beyond its source,
A symbol of a rising force.

We strike the Memz, we freeze, we stand—
Not random now, but bold and planned.
A protest, prayer, a burst of grace,
The Memz Pose holds a thousand face(s).

In city squares and quiet rooms,
In golden light or twilight gloom,
We Memz for truth, we Memz for play,
We Memz to mark this solemn day.

So pause with purpose, tilt your chin,
Let irony and truth begin.
For in this pose, we all align—
A meme, a message, a shared design.

A heavy cloud.
Thundering aloud
And weapons stroud.
Because of satanic proud.

Children are crying out loud.
For their family no longer in croud.
And starvation spreads like a boud.
Every day, their bodies sleep on a shroud.

In the morning bright.
My heart takes flight.
And I feel so tight.
To lift up with might.

In Eid, we feed.
We eat all we need.
Lawfully and indeed.

****, Shaheedah, Fatimá so true,  
Three bright stars in skies so blue.  
With love so pure, with hearts so kind,  
A treasure rare, so hard to find.

****, my joy, a gentle grace,  
Her warmth brings light to every place.  
With every smile, my soul takes flight,  
Her love, my ever-glowing light.

Shaheedah strong, with wisdom deep,  
A love so fierce, a bond to keep.  
Her words like gold, her spirit high,  
A force that lifts me to the sky.  

Fatimá dear, with beauty bright,  
Her kindness shines, a glowing light.  
In every step, in every way,  
She fills my world with brighter days.

Three in one, my heart holds tight,  
Her love, my dawn, my guiding light.  
Through time, through trials, through every tide,  
With ****, Shaheedah, Fatimá by my side.

She walks with grace, with kindness bright,  
A soul that turns the dark to light.  
In every step, in every deed,  
She plants the seeds the world will need.

She bows to wisdom, old and true,  
Respects the elders, gives their due.  
A voice so soft, a touch so kind,  
Their stories rest within her mind.

A child weeps, the world too cold,  
But Fatima’s arms are strong to hold.  
She lifts them up, she soothes their fears,  
Wipes away their quiet tears.

Her love runs deep, her heart is wide,  
She cherishes those who stand beside.  
A sister, mother, friend so true,  
Her warmth shines in all she’ll do.  

And generous hands, they never tire,  
Giving hope and lifting higher.  
Where need is found, she steps with grace,  
A gift to hearts, a saving place.  

Fatima Alawiyya, kind and bright,  
A soul that turns the dark to light.  
In every step, in every deed,  
She is the love the world will need.