"Never forget that turning a blind eye to oppression and watching from the sidelines, is itself oppression" - Harun Yahya
As I try to sleep, I am reminded of the oppressed,
My heart begins to ache and my tears start to pour for the suppressed.
As we sleep in comfy beds, many sigh their last breath,
gone...just like that, overtaken by death.
It was meant to be, to die of hunger was their fate,
We ignored their cries, now it's too late.
They are in between brutal guns and lack of food,
we laugh and play, we think "it's all good".
"We care about our people", yet we will sit relaxed is the crap I'm not buying.
I am sick of waiting, so answer my question fool, are you ready?
Cause I am definitely not waiting on that dying baby!
I am ready to help my Ummah - No human shall I fear!
I can't watch one more soul in whose eye there's a tear.
Bodies are sprawled on my streets of the dead,
They've got every mark of torture, be it black, purple, or red!
Relatives back home are thrown in a dark cave,
A path for peace, they tried to pave.
Yes, that's the only crime they committed,
And instead of the enemy to Allah they submitted.
So now they are accused and blamed,
They're imprisoned, murdered, and framed!
From day to day they're slain,
Yes I am deeply hurt and filled with pain.
But I must get up and achieve my goal for peace,
And InshAllah to the oppressed return their ease.
- Nimo Abdi Warfa
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