Let me be the purveyor
of words about to shape your mind.
Let me be the porter
that rings the bell to your heart's consciousness.
And when these words
hit your walls like a canon
I shall take as hostage an army of ignorance.
I shall lead the reins
but I won't force down gulps
Of this poetic fluid in your throat.
I won't ask for ransome
even if my words take as hostage
every line that makes up your page.
I shall dip my pen deep
into the inks of this theism
and spell out mono upon the blank sheets of religion,
scorn other gods, and bury their pride with words.
I shall build bridges with words
and beg His majesty for its fruition.
As I soliloquize upon this stage
where Islam fills my page
and not words of rage.
(c) Ayinla Muyideen
islamandrhymes
but I won't force down gulps
Of this poetic fluid in your throat.
I won't ask for ransome
even if my words take as hostage
every line that makes up your page.
I shall dip my pen deep
into the inks of this theism
and spell out mono upon the blank sheets of religion,
scorn other gods, and bury their pride with words.
I shall build bridges with words
and beg His majesty for its fruition.
As I soliloquize upon this stage
where Islam fills my page
and not words of rage.
(c) Ayinla Muyideen
islamandrhymes
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