Oh Allah, how do I soften
This impudent, world-hardened heart for salah?
By sama', of course
A reminder of the covenant of Alast
When Allah called me forth
From Adam's Loins and Eve's womb
And asked, 'Am I not your
Funny question to ask, really...
Is a circle round?
But that was a long time ago
Since then, I have been reborn
Into a triad of arrogant, amnesiac camps
A brothel of book
burners who raped me
A family of soul suckers who crucified me
A nation of truth deniers who sold me into slavery
I'll buy a
And beat out Your names alone
Washed up pure, I'll sweat out that grey hate poison
off my shirt and then
Tearing open my thorax,
Whatever it takes, Lord, to make me humble in spirit