A Raging Inferno

All things joyless,blank and cold,

All merit centred in the sword,

Tyrants made palestine a raging inferno,

Filled immensely with guilt and sorrow,

When I see millions of humans go,

Gruesome murders caused sad tears to flow,

Seas were stained with human gore,

Out of suffering emerged strongest soul,

O heart! this world is a fleeting show,

In Jenin fields faqqua Iris blow,

Jolly place for palestinians in times of old,

Driven out by troops both young and old,

Bad is the world and hard is it’s law,

Mercy vanished leaving prospect blank and cold,

‘War shall cease’ people hope without hope,

Horror breathing from silent ground below,

Angels escort them to heavens door,

The route to jannah is crowded with Palestinian souls,

O Allah! relieve their sufferings and grant them cure.(Aameen)

Faqqua Iris-flower*