"These are not normal times" and We agreed Why not say we all are sick So we seek to heal?
It's our fight to recover A collective responsibility What is there to discover beyond the perimeter of our doors?
The streets no longer teem Fellowships and gatherings our hotspot Even rigid cultures have changed Super nations under attack
Listen! The world is in crisis It's not normal a time for us to discover the world around us Is it so much to contain?
The good news! We can build on But not out of danger Let's keep our anger away from the survivors
One thing for sure, "The child at the back of the mother does not know the distance covered by the weary feets of the mother, until he comes down and equally takes a walk" Our leaders need us to cooperate and it's our cooperation that will make their work even easier.
Let's listen to our leaders as we obey and allow the sciences. Very soon, we shall see the signs of the morning near because in the clouds of misery, there is hope from the rain that cometh forth.
God is our witness and We'd come to our wits' end This too shall pass..
Bilal Ibn Rabah 5 The love gained product They got a child He was black His father got happy As his mother was funny They celebrated with slaves All got more happy After the celebration ended He got up sad He took the kinder and ran The mother fumbled his loved She had not found She got up In spite of her pain After pregnant and got that child She called at his husband "Rabah, Rabah" He continued in running He was as a ghost Running far and fast She ran after him The sun was still hid She was lazy to rise She was fearing of watching Crime repeated every time According to poor and slave According to injustice of man Who beat his brother, man Mother of Bilal insisted to run In spite of her pain In spite of her weakness She called at strong In spite of her weakness She fell down She downed to the earth The falling made sound Touched Bilal father's heart He turned with tears He returned stretching arm One carrying his child Other helping his love She cried and said," Why do you try to **** Our love, our child?" Is not he our love gain?" His tears covered his face They embraced They entered He explained He said," I fear that He would be taken As slave and we couldn't see him Again"
She said in anger “I was princess Living at my land Every thing I wanted Was come, was brought I loved the world When I went to swim At the river that Passed at my land Carrying happy and good Beside me my friends Girls at my age Some men appeared And kidnapped me and some Friends and took us out We all were sold Slave was treated I stayed at that After trials of escape I was hurt very heart I satisfied with that Till I was sold To your master that Hurt you dearest, dearest One” He said “what you said? I am dearest in fact” She said and bowed her hear head In beauty, in smart She said “how do you come? I was at that land Called Ethiopia” She said “that was my land” They said truly at loud They laughed then cried He said “I was the master's son Leader of many families Prepared to be the second Leader at my nations When I was trained I was kidnapped I was taken out And stayed at that land” She said “that is bad” He said “that is bad”
Let's collaborate and coordinate, cooperate and disseminate. Let's not disassociate or dare to hesitate, rather let's keep going til we reach a state of counterweight that celebrates the gifts our Father freely donates for us to re-dedicate and elevate His name til we resonate with the angels at heavens gates. Amen.
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