Asalamu 'Alaykuum,
This is my latest poem, I've been working on it for the last two afternoons/nights. Please comment on its meaning inshallah:
"Brethren of the Pen"
By MuslimBrother92
The ink of the pen has dried on the scroll,
Permanently engraved into the sandy texture.
Forever idling until brethren is one,
As the ones who remain beg for an answer.
Encased in time after the ultimate revolution,
Untouched until the first three generations passed.
Eroding and fading as brethren clashed,
But the permanency of the ink remains and will not a-vast.
Brethren signing as if it’d make them wealthy,
As the ink flowed like a river; smooth but rapid.
Keeping to an oath that they spoke of frequent,
The one’s who were true, distinguished from those who acted.
The seeping sand of the hourglass emits,
An untold tale of defiance and struggle.
A story that conveys the spilt blood of brethren,
Solitude consuming the very thought of being grateful.
Grateful that the hourglass continues to breathe,
Allowing for reconciliation between these embattled men.
Continuing to disrupt and seclude one another,
Is not a part of the scroll that was signed by the pen.
The pen like no other only writing the truth,
The scroll the same; only accepting the right.
So those who were true signed it with no deception,
Promising to remain brethren and not to fight.
So when one signed up they would abide by the rules,
Of sticking together and keeping the peace.
But some of them false in their scribbling of the pen,
Causing chaos and deceiving; making brethren cease.
In-just to their fellow blood? Yes indeed!
For the true of them will keep to their oath.
When signing with the pen one must be courageous,
For when you become, you mustn’t loath.
Else you would face a torment that is great in itself,
Humiliated, shamed, repressed from society.
Let not your empty tongue lead you untruthful,
But let your speech stay true to keep you in piety.
So write with the pen and etch your words on the scroll,
But fulfill your obligation, to your brethren you will.
If not, I remind thee of the humiliation those faced,
Who conjured up deceit, only for their blood to spill.
O brethren of the pen know that the answer lies near,
In plain sight, it begs to be seen.
Blind the suffocating hate that has entangled your heart,
When loving each other you should be keen.
The hourglass breathes but for how long can we say?
No one but One can only tell when.
The scroll still entrenched in truthfulness and life,
So when shall we be again, the Brethren of the pen?
This is my latest poem, I've been working on it for the last two afternoons/nights. Please comment on its meaning inshallah:
"Brethren of the Pen"
By MuslimBrother92
The ink of the pen has dried on the scroll,
Permanently engraved into the sandy texture.
Forever idling until brethren is one,
As the ones who remain beg for an answer.
Encased in time after the ultimate revolution,
Untouched until the first three generations passed.
Eroding and fading as brethren clashed,
But the permanency of the ink remains and will not a-vast.
Brethren signing as if it’d make them wealthy,
As the ink flowed like a river; smooth but rapid.
Keeping to an oath that they spoke of frequent,
The one’s who were true, distinguished from those who acted.
The seeping sand of the hourglass emits,
An untold tale of defiance and struggle.
A story that conveys the spilt blood of brethren,
Solitude consuming the very thought of being grateful.
Grateful that the hourglass continues to breathe,
Allowing for reconciliation between these embattled men.
Continuing to disrupt and seclude one another,
Is not a part of the scroll that was signed by the pen.
The pen like no other only writing the truth,
The scroll the same; only accepting the right.
So those who were true signed it with no deception,
Promising to remain brethren and not to fight.
So when one signed up they would abide by the rules,
Of sticking together and keeping the peace.
But some of them false in their scribbling of the pen,
Causing chaos and deceiving; making brethren cease.
In-just to their fellow blood? Yes indeed!
For the true of them will keep to their oath.
When signing with the pen one must be courageous,
For when you become, you mustn’t loath.
Else you would face a torment that is great in itself,
Humiliated, shamed, repressed from society.
Let not your empty tongue lead you untruthful,
But let your speech stay true to keep you in piety.
So write with the pen and etch your words on the scroll,
But fulfill your obligation, to your brethren you will.
If not, I remind thee of the humiliation those faced,
Who conjured up deceit, only for their blood to spill.
O brethren of the pen know that the answer lies near,
In plain sight, it begs to be seen.
Blind the suffocating hate that has entangled your heart,
When loving each other you should be keen.
The hourglass breathes but for how long can we say?
No one but One can only tell when.
The scroll still entrenched in truthfulness and life,
So when shall we be again, the Brethren of the pen?
Please forgive me as I did not read your signature until after I finished posting!