Oh the foul injustice concealed within, these men and these vast lands,

People ready to save their own necks when the situation demands.

Is it not the right of ones fellow creatures, to be treated as level beings,

If not more than ones own self, as he knows his own foul doings?

The vile, foul deeds committed are, purely for  pride and  pleasure,

And the men who do these crimes, know not what is their true treasure.

If only they were not so blind, they would know right from wrong,

Or maybe they are just so vile, that they knew all along,

While committing such sins which makes the good men’s skins quiver with fear,

Due to the fact that what disgusts them, is what some men hold so dear.

They bring injustice upon others, but they do most on themselves,

If only they could develop control, and bring happiness to where they dwell. 

What is the use of worldliness, is it not a temporary quality?

Whereas others are much better, honour, certitude, loyalty.

Alas, what enmity is held, across these horrible lands,

Oh the foul injustice concealed within, these men and these vast lands.

Aun Muhammad