"badr" poems
Trump is more justice than Mohamad
Trump took money from Arab nations
Because they had money they don't deserve
He hated Muslims and released his shout
Islam is responsible for any killing occurred
Mosques is the cells for terrorist
Mohamad is the prophet of Islam
Mohamad old nation hated the new religion Islam
As it equalized between the slaves and Masters
It equalized between black and colors people
When one of Mohamad' friends swore another one
The first was white one
Another was black one
He swore with the son of the black
Mohamad got angry and talked
He told that one to apologize
The man turned and put his cheek
Under the another foot and swore
He would not get up until he put his foot over his cheek
They got up, hung and cried
Mohamad invited to new religion
His nation hated him
They put a plot
They had gathered and waited
Mohamad was known as the faith and the honest
His enemies of his nations put the valuable things to Mohamad
They put a plot to **** him
They planned and they decided
There is another power who planned
God told him and cared
In spite of taking the valuable things as requital and revenge
He ordered his cousin to sleep at his bed
As a sort of deceive and to have time to get
Out
They were forty of most trained knights
Carrying strong swords
God put sleep over them
Mohamad crossed between them
They invited all Arabs to **** them
When Badr battle occurred
His enemies were strong
They were also a lot
One their leaders said
We will go as a trip
Sing, dance, eat meat
Then defeat Mohamad
If Arab nations heard that
They fear of us
The winds blew against the desire
They were defeated
After the battle finished
Mohamad had kind heart
Who had money payed for his freedom to be happened
Who had not
He learnt ten of Muslim how to read and write
At this battle one of his friends
Had his sword been pieced
He went to the prophet
Telling him that he had any sword
Mohamad had no sword except his sword
He took a branch of tree lied
He gave it with his bless
The man took without wonder or amaze
He shocked the branch at air in strong
The branch became a strong sword
He still used it
Till his dead
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
The melody is yours now
I had begun to live for myself
I had begun to love myself
Until that moment
That one melody that hit right every time
A melody for the lonely nights
The nights I danced to it in those empty streets
As every lyric echoed from the radio
It filled the void inside those nights
It filled the void inside me
A melody for those heavy days
The days I roamed in those empty corridors
As every lyric echoed in this body
It took that burden off from those days
It took that burden off from this soul
But how could I dance the nights away ?
But how could I pass the days away ?
This universe created you as well
With a purpose of destruction
It’s funny how you will never know this purpose of yours
I put away this heart
I became a soldier
This soul became my nation
As I stood there alert
Protecting this fragile nation from your destruction
Memorandums were sent day and night in the kingdom
To warn it against you
Eyes were prohibited to the direction of your shadow
Feet were prohibited to the direction of your voice
Because your essence was enough to destroy this phoenix kingdom to ashes
And it happened
The guards were down
And the melody echoed through this body
The soul mocked me
That the melody now will carry the one you fond
May be I was not mocked
The soul sensed your presence
Which I couldn’t
The eyes were in your direction
It was not your shadow
But the destruction happened
As those eyes locked with mine
I could hear the kingdom burning
And I am not a brave soldier
As I did nothing to save my nation
I stood there burning in that fire
You turned me from a poet to a martyr
The melody which was once mine
Is yours now
You burned my kingdom
You took my melody
Do you even know how cruel you are ?
You do nothing
As I see you walk away
May be back to her again
With whom you share your kingdom
There must be no guards at your place
How could you ruin my thing then?
But you will never know
So how can I blame you ?
May be there is a connection
May be you will read these verses one day
Or it could be one night
Or they will become another tale in that diary
In the attic of that witch.
To Badr
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC