اَلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَا تُهُ
First came you, then came your name.
Letters pieced together to hold a meaning.
Syllables representing your entire being,
chosen with great love, care and hope;
hope of one day seeing:
the person, that name, one day becoming
a light, a gift, and joy unending.
But when tyrants walk this Earth unopposed,
killing, massacring, slaughtering
tainting this Land with blood, black and dried,
the light, the gift, the life once bright
turns ever so dim.
A mother becomes naught but faint.
A dad becomes naught but saint,
and humanity feels nothing except pain.
For when the lives we built become yet another game,