Still reigns on lips, in souls of time
Ordains of His love, baptism of fire!
In the killing fields, and hearts sublime
Faith’s lasting chime, “Allahu Akbar”!
How sweet is thy love O Lord! But creed!
Has to be the method, of man’s measure!
Of the worth of his blood, on scale decreed
Till futures bleed, “Allahu Akbar”!
How different is his faith, who reaps
A crop of skulls, at his passion’s altar?
From the one who bears, yet keeps
The pride of his tears, “Allahu Akbar”!
Yet one more time, ricochets from minarets
Through the ears to hearts, sets souls astir
On a chase of the worthy, who see thru the tenets!
Beyond bigots and clergy, “Allahu Akbar”!
© 2016 Vikas Chandra