Islamophobia

Their battle cries ring out across the highways of light
Their hatred apparent from their faceless fight
Their fanatical accusations of malicious treason
They jeer and provoke with paranoia for reason.
They beat the war drum as they are commanded to do
Blind to the Shadows whose bidding they pursue.
Deaf to the soundness of logical thought
Dumb against the same injustice that once they fought.
Through mere flashing lights and circus play
They reduced their minds to lifeless clay.

They beat in trance their drums of war.
And march with bloodlust to our door.

Be clear, we are aware of their bigoted lie.
Remember we stood beside them in years gone by.
Together we laid the bricks of their old-styled abodes
And made them laugh as we paraded in the roads.
We struggled with them through an oppression undue
We chanted and we sang for a cause that was true.
We shared in victory as we had shared in pain,
We have reconciled and forgiven, let it not be in vain.

Yet still they beat their drums of war
And march with bloodlust to our door.

So we pray that God remove their veils,
To recognise Truth and what it entails.
To see the Shadows from the setting sun,
And realise the battle has just begun.

Too late! Engulfed by their trance of war,
They have spilled our blood across the floor.