'If Freedom was a Fruit'
If freedom was a fruit, I'd let it ripen,
if it's seeds were brought through the actions to revolute, i'd let it happen..
to stop colonells becoming tyrants
whose sick mentality no psychologist on earth could construe,
one convict of many, leading his nation like a prison
creating anarchy and division,
but true power is divine, that line doesn't even need to rhyme.
how many cries do we need to hear, for the sirens to start ringing in our ears
and mind
about crimes against humanity..
the fact we do nothing in itself is a profanity,
outwright insanity.. that theives can trespass into the middle-east
taking condensed sands under the pretence of creating peace..
so they can run their cars on it for a couple more years,
taking oil like it's a souvenier..
whilst they are holiday-ing,
civilians
babies
and children
are with their lives paying.. a price esso and BP can't top for the litre,
YES the east is getting weaker but you will NOT defeat her..
where in this country, men are stigmatised if they are a woman-beater,
but soldiers are honoured for being women-killers..
a MILE of crimes, in the media.. seen as a meter..
and we think we've done our duty by uploading a status about it on facebook or twitter..
Ladies and gentlemen, it is time that the West started picking up their litter,
as politicians have dropped words like garbage
as the world's largest
oil consumers
ironically fly over to dictatorship lands
to suck what's below the dessert sands
of life..
like a cancerous tumour..
like as if there's any pride of a necromancer in disguise of a trooper..
this is a factual reality.. this is NOT a rumour.
the west is the world's biggest abuser,
oil consumer
pollution producer
.. no wonder why the fruit of freedom can't grow here..
its seeds aren't sown here..
the air politicians speak to impure for plants to breath in to photosynthesise here..
so whilst materialism breeds in this kingdom..
back home, in jannah (paradise) we have freedom growing organically,
in a land that speaks quranically,
where we begin with 'bismillah hirrahmaan irraheem'
In the name of God the most Merciful the Most Kind..
where the word of God naturally rhymes,
naturally gives the heart piece of mind,
so you can rightfully give opressors a piece of your mind..
drawing in on the ruler of faith like a straight line..
whether you're sat in the gutter or on a star..
God's mercy is never afar..
even enemies.. like aladdin and jaffaar can make it up
by the power of al-jabbaar al-qahhaar.
so if freedom was a fruit..
and it was served on a plate to you..
would you relish the opportunity?
or would you let it rot?
either way..
freedom in here..
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