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Maaz Jun 12
The pain one man feels can be felt by another.
When one man suffers, we all suffer.
But the suffering of one does not equate to that of another,
What we go through is nothing compared to our sisters & brothers.

One man may starve & no hands will reach out to feed him,
when You and I scroll through our feed, do we care for him?
In that moment, our hearts may bleed for him, but does that really matter? When a living, breathing man looks more like a cadaver.

We pile the blame on those in power
to allow our conscience to breathe,
And yet, in reality we, the people, are to blame.
For we can move mountains with our actions to help the powerless but instead we choose to lie and deny our own cowardice.
A crime we're all guilty of
Maaz May 9
To the Angel watching over You & I,
the angel with us by our side;

My thoughts are not clean or pious,
my actions are not devout or righteous,
my heart is not faultless or pure
And yet, over my shoulder, you stand forever more.

In silence, my actions become words.
Words in a book which when I am cold & dead
can be read so that a judgement may be passed to decide if I have followed the right path.

So, when the dead rise and breathe,
a light will shine upon their deeds.
The Good and Bad that has been writ by these celestials will decide our eternity.
I hope, earnestly, that we live fearfully enough to pass this Final Judgement.
Eid Mubarak!
Maaz Feb 23
What do we say
unto those who doubt us?
To those who tell us
what we have shall fray.
To those who believe
our sky will turn grey,
our moods shall no longer be ***,
our lives no longer tethered,
like a boat at bay.
Unto those people
What do we say?

See,
the people's thoughts have
been led astray,
they no longer understand what's at play,
they fail to see that after night comes day,
that we are here, together, here to stay,
that soon our darkness will be pierced by the sun's ray.
They don't understand.
So unto those people
what do we say?

Do we sit in silence
as they rip us apart?
As they tear the strings from our hearts?
As we bleed & cry
and blood & tears become one.
Until finally we declare they have won.

No, we don't.
We let their words come at us
like stones at an impregnable wall,
what we have is a castle that shall not fall,
What they don't understand is this is a war we have already won,
for long ago,
we became one.
Not of how we came to be but rather how we're made to stay
Maaz Jan 30
Upon the tree of eternity a man laid his gaze,
A sight that caused his thoughts to haze.
The words of the devil he could not trust,
yet gazing at this tree his heart filled with lust.
He stepped forward and took from the damnable tree,
A mistake, he soon realised, to doom him eternally.

Alas, the forbidden fruit had been consumed,
the dissolute nature of man finally exhumed.
As the consequences began to loom overhead,
"Oh, forgive me for my sin", he said,
"I have taken a bite from the forbidden fruit,
yet still I wish to confute,
The idea that I am inherently bad,
For I cannot bear to lose all that I've had"

To go from a world so green and lush
to one where the ground was covered with dust,
was the price this credulous man had to pay,
banished to earth,
to live out the rest of his days.
Our story of origin
Maaz Dec 2018
Through eyes of dull green it sees,
Through deep brown bark it breathes;
A place of shelter it does render,
For those have become too tender.

Humans are not the only animals it aids,
For many boundless beings flock to its shade.
To the wise Old Oak tree all the animals go,
The place they hide from the wind that blows.

A habitat it does provide,
For a world that remains hidden from our eyes;
A world that will soon cease to exist,
which shall soon dissapate into a mist.

The sound of an axe swinging in the distance,
is the sound of another Old Oak being stripped from existence.
This Old Oak is now the last of its kind,
A species extinct thanks to the demand of the human mind.
A Tree
Maaz Dec 2018
“Look into the ball and see your fortune come true”,
said the lady with eyes of emerald blue.
“Be wary of those who aim to maim”,
our fair maiden then exclaimed.
“Be careful of life, it wants you dead”,
our lady with flowing black hair then said.
“Survive the curse of life or you shall receive no reward”,
our lady with the twisted, red lips then warned.
“I have seen men on this path falter and die”,
our lady with cheeks of gold said with a sigh.
“Live your life with no doubt”,
our lady with a jaw of steel then cried out.
“Use your love as light in the dark”,
our lady with wrinkled, brown skin then barked.
“Live your life this way or you shan’t succeed”,
our lady with the forked tongue began to plead.
“I have told you all and now you must pray”,
our lady with hunched shoulders began to say,
“You have drawn life out and it wants to play,
The demons of life are here - keep them at bay”
The story of a woman who told of bad fortunes
Maaz Dec 2018
Stand on graves and cast out the helpless.
They arrive in waves to the illusion of hope.
A 'caravan' of people,
All begging for freedom,
But fear not,
They shall be murdered
for they are evil.

How can they expect asylum, safety & security,
from a land built on death?
Where those in power face no scrutiny.
Where an orange haired buffoon can thrive & prosper,
But mothers & fathers cannot afford a doctor.

Yet still these people come here seeking a better life and
how dare they do?
With hands calloused from hard work,
hearts filled with grief,
spirits filled with belief;
Don’t they know?

This is a land built out of the flesh of martyrs,
On a charter that helps oppress its own population,
A country that thrives off devastation.
A sociopathic society
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