That I may sit and ask you questions
Of your intimate needs and wants
You chased off the sky
The merry butterflies
You shake the mother earth
With hands of violence
And change direction at intervals
Knowledge indeed is haram
In a scripture you cannot hold
In which god’s name do you slaughter
With ill notion on a peaceful land?
You cage souls in congested grave
With strikes of your rapid movements
Like mixture of thunder in heavy rain
Apprehension greats us at each dawn
We can do nothing but watch
You destroy the efforts of peace and love
You take over the whole length
With collective forceful storm
Nothing could stand on your path
You rise up and command attacks
To women and children; plants and animals
Though, no war ever ends on battle field
But if your bullets suddenly cease
Who will survive the earth?
Tell me, in which god’s name
Should anyone be in ignorance?
Oh tell me, where it lives in your scripture
That knowledge is haram?
But, let friendship build a pillar
At the centre of this hate land
Where closeness once tied the neighbourhood
Where daydreams die down
Where sad arrows strike strongly
Where women and children’s eyes water
With silence of stimulating sadness
Let friendship fertilize our fears
And Peace and Love regain their positions!
Written by: Bada Yusuf Amoo
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.