The Tempest by Sakariyah Ridwanullah
Like the storm birthed by The flood
Earthquaking and heaven-quaking
Downpour from the Seventh of the skies
That batters like the beating of the Iraq soldiers
Exhuming the carcass of the Lazy
Uprooting burdens from the depth of the earth
People screamed, "oh what on earth is unveiling?
How grave have sinned?
What do our mouths have to say?"
The world cried out to no avail.
Is the world wobbling into extinct?
Or the Judgment is wailing to come about?
O God, show us Your Eyes of Mercy!
That we can live a new peace.
And then came peace
The world wears a new look,
Speak a born-again dialect
After the wash-away of sins
Triggered by the stormy rain
Redemption usurps the throne of unrest
And written in the sky is
A lining silver.
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