The sand of the desert are many the Caravans that travle over land are in haste My heart cries out in rememberence of you Face blessed are the ones who see the Bloom of a desert flower but i'd rather be Lost in your eyes full of pain my brothers of Islam are being slain by a machine fuled by Hate. See fear in a small childs face have We fallen so far from grace? Why do we Hate and what will be our fate? The sand of Time are growing cold and the end is here, But with you in my arms i have nothing to Fear. if you wnt to talk to me about my poem or comment e mail me at: superfly019680@hotmail.com
