Somewhere along the journey, sense of direction was lost,
Diligent we were in the footsteps of the pious, but our nafs has made us pay the cost!
The Moon has become a ball in an unpleasant game,
Power, and who has the last say, has claimed our shame!
Halaal and Haraam are terms that people now use,
As tools to make the other side blow a fuse!
Gone are the days when knowledge was used, for the unlearned to guide,
Today it is used to take the unwary for a ride!
Whatever will make the crowds towards us to bend,
That suddenly becomes our passionate, new trend!
So intoxicated we have become in this show,
That foes are friends and friend has become foe!
He who sincerely wishes for us well,
Is rewarded with a call to go to hell!
And the one whose hand a knife does hold,
To him our soul, for a bargain, we have sold!
Wake up from this stupor before it is too late,
Get back onto the ship of the pious, at any rate!
For the questions in the grave have already been set,
And only through a straight life, will you the answers get!
Rooster for a hero!
They will cut their hands and make it bleed,All for a musician who, himself is in need!They will cry for a foul-mouthed car show host,Whose arrogance has lost him his prime post!They will swoon over some girly boy prancing in front,Who does silly, stupid things as a...
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