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The pigeons

The pigeons are sad

 

The pigeons saw that

 

The future comes with bad

 

The pigeons were telling that

 

The prophets born here

 

The prophet know that

 

It is the land of kind

 

, welfare and tied

 

The religions at that land

 

The assembly of religions

 

The peace between nations

 

Were established there

 

Here was the prophet David

 

Who the mounts the trees ,

 

The stones and  the birds,

 

Repeated his prays

 

He governed with justice

 

After him ,Solomon was gotten

 

He governed with justice

 

The welfare had increased

 

And the peace with there

 

The Romans occupied it

 

And the injustice appeared

 

The killing and the theft

 

Were actually increased

 

Here was born Jesus

 

Who invited to peace

 

At shortest and clear

 

That was not admired

 

By Romans or Jewish

 

Who were there

 

They planned to **** him

 

The land became unfair

 

The decreasing of welfare

 

The increasing of fear

 

Till the new nation appeared

 

The new religion increased

 

It called for justice

 

It led to peace

 

The Muslims achieved a victory

 

As they built a great glory

 

And they blockaded the land

 

The patriarch man said,"

 

We didn’t give the keys

 

Except to your leader

 

Who is justice’s famous"

 

They wore one of soldiers

 

The smartest cloth

 

They introduced him

 

As the prince of Insurers

 

as the caliph of Muslims

 

The greatest patriarchs said,"

 

That is not the man we did

 

Actually knew and have red

 

At our book that mentioned

 

Him actually as we saw awake."

 

The leader of soldiers ordered

 

To sent a letter to the caliph

 

At bright city wide distance

 

As he wanted to keep blood

 

Out of bleeding

 

He wanted not to ****

 

The innocent people

 

He didn’t want to bore

 

His name over death

 

His religion ordered them

 

To save the innocent people

 

To the caliph to came

 

The caliph and a servant  moved

 

The leader of the greatest land

 

At that time, at that moment

 

From the kind and light city

 

He read the yassin of holy

 

Quran that equals twenty

 

Minutes

 

For riding the donkey

 

And his servants walks only

 

Then the caliph got off only

 

And the servant rode the donkey

 

And they read the yassin for away

 

To count and know time

 

And mention the God only

 

Then the caliph and servant  also

 

Walked with their donkey

 

To rest it also

 

They keep reading yassin only

 

Till they reached near the holy

 

City that mentioned with  holy

 

In Quran with great respect

 

The turn is on the servant  

 

To get  that donkey rode

 

And the caliph would walk

 

He said," my prince! I must

 

Get down and you must

 

Ride that donkey"

 

He said," then I will be called

 

Injustice caliph led the insurers

 

To be injustice at every talkers

 

And it is your turn

 

If the air came to me smelt

 

With good smell than yours

 

If the water I drink

 

Have more delicious than yours

 

If I created from mud

 

Made of silver and gold

 

I will rode that animal

 

And you must go walker

 

Ride it my good insurer"

 

The soldiers saw him

 

They did great clutter

 

They wanted to salute him

 

The patriarch said with amazed,"

 

See what is that noise?

 

He looked and said

 

That is him , that is him!"

 

The patriarch went and looked

 

He counted patch in his

 

The cloth of the greatest prince

 

Of the greatest Nation motioned

 

At the ancient, at the present

 

He said," you are who is mentined!

 

You are the caliph

 

"Omar" was the caliph

 

He gave them the safe deal

 

That mentioned by his name

 

The patriarch gave him the keys

 

Of  Jerusalem to him

 

The time for afternoon pray came

 

The caliph prayed out the church

 

The patriarch said

 

Why you didn’t pray at that

 

Place at the inner of the church

 

Omar said if I prayed here

 

The Muslims after that

 

Say "Omar" prayed here

 

And they took it

 

To be a mosque indeed

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Written by
mohamad-taha-safan
M / Egypt
Published
Aug 1, 2018
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there is walkaways a chance to achieve a peace. if we catch it

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