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This is my latest poem, just a little note, a bird of passage is a bird that is continuously moving, in other words it is free. Please leave feed back and enjoy:
This is my latest poem, just a little note, a bird of passage is a bird that is continuously moving, in other words it is free. Please leave feed back and enjoy:
Bird of Passage
By MuslimBrother92
Birds of passage fly over me,
Like a soothing wind over a sea.
My strength is growing as I remember,
Remember the day I defeated the blinder.
The blinder was a raven, pecking at my heart,
Causing it to rot and fall apart.
But days have changed as I am wiser,
Resisting the words of this dreadful blinder.
This raven was once a beautiful dove,
Until one day it lost its love.
It lost its love for this beautiful religion,
Making people fall for a dreadful illusion.
The dreadful illusion was this corrupted world,
Which the raven disguised as a beautiful pearl.
It fooled mankind including me,
Because it was the blinder and we couldn’t see.
We couldn’t see the truth behind this dreadful illusion,
Not knowing it’s really a source of pollution.
It polluted our hearts and especially our souls,
Leaving in them, un-patchable holes.
It then recruited more ravens for its sinister mission,
To keep people away from the beautiful religion.
So these ravens flew from person to person,
Pecking at their hearts until they blacken.
Slowly the birds of passage were caged,
And the blinder’s battle was finally raged.
It continues to rage to this very day,
As its blackness blinds and its plans are set allay.
It commanded its minions from its cursed nest,
To roam the sky’s and to infest.
Infest the hearts of weak mankind,
As slowly but surely, the birds of passage declined.
They fell from the sky and landed in cages,
As they cried sweet tears and fell into comas.
Most of them are waiting to be set-free,
But the people don’t realise that they have the key.
The key is a book that is complete and pure,
That if someone is sick it is their cure.
It was brought down for mankind to follow,
So they do not end up in a lengthy sorrow.
So when the people decide to follow this book,
The birds of passage can begin to unhook.
Unhook the hinges on their cages door,
And fly away and spread what they adore.
They adore the religion that is for the humble,
That leads a person to become so peaceful.
They will spread this religion all over this world,
And really make it into a beautiful pearl.
I was once fooled by this deceiving raven,
That pecked at my heart and caused it to blacken.
But now I’m glad to say I’m spreading the message,
The message of truth, so I am a bird of passage.
By MuslimBrother92
Birds of passage fly over me,
Like a soothing wind over a sea.
My strength is growing as I remember,
Remember the day I defeated the blinder.
The blinder was a raven, pecking at my heart,
Causing it to rot and fall apart.
But days have changed as I am wiser,
Resisting the words of this dreadful blinder.
This raven was once a beautiful dove,
Until one day it lost its love.
It lost its love for this beautiful religion,
Making people fall for a dreadful illusion.
The dreadful illusion was this corrupted world,
Which the raven disguised as a beautiful pearl.
It fooled mankind including me,
Because it was the blinder and we couldn’t see.
We couldn’t see the truth behind this dreadful illusion,
Not knowing it’s really a source of pollution.
It polluted our hearts and especially our souls,
Leaving in them, un-patchable holes.
It then recruited more ravens for its sinister mission,
To keep people away from the beautiful religion.
So these ravens flew from person to person,
Pecking at their hearts until they blacken.
Slowly the birds of passage were caged,
And the blinder’s battle was finally raged.
It continues to rage to this very day,
As its blackness blinds and its plans are set allay.
It commanded its minions from its cursed nest,
To roam the sky’s and to infest.
Infest the hearts of weak mankind,
As slowly but surely, the birds of passage declined.
They fell from the sky and landed in cages,
As they cried sweet tears and fell into comas.
Most of them are waiting to be set-free,
But the people don’t realise that they have the key.
The key is a book that is complete and pure,
That if someone is sick it is their cure.
It was brought down for mankind to follow,
So they do not end up in a lengthy sorrow.
So when the people decide to follow this book,
The birds of passage can begin to unhook.
Unhook the hinges on their cages door,
And fly away and spread what they adore.
They adore the religion that is for the humble,
That leads a person to become so peaceful.
They will spread this religion all over this world,
And really make it into a beautiful pearl.
I was once fooled by this deceiving raven,
That pecked at my heart and caused it to blacken.
But now I’m glad to say I’m spreading the message,
The message of truth, so I am a bird of passage.