Dr.Mohammed Alrazak
The mystic pirates
The thirsty sword swings its fierce steel by the hand of treachery
Conquerors shall rhyme with time, for bloodshed to spill over a century
Across the world, they march and thrive on the rattled skulls and bones
Their reward, a medal of serpentine, curved from fire and evil stones
Kings and emperors, proclaim glory from devouring countless souls
The ghost of liberty, and the lords of fire, became their silky trade
They conquer for the freedom to be raped and the orphans to be made
The free souls, when they defy, in a dungeon will dwell or sunken to the ground
Thunder erupts by the victim\'s wailing , their tears in heaven were crowned
Humanity was slaughtered, liberty on a spike, justice is naked with no pride
The seers of the sword, singing, other men to be scarified, we march far and wide
The widowed freedom, screamed how in name of the sky, this is justified
With a field of skulls on spikes, when fallen, the teeth kissed the motherland
The mystic pirates, still sailing on rivers of blood and to claim their pride
The bells of their temples sounds like that of death in shivering nights
They build their glory from the ashes of souls, spread on all heights
In the name of the stars, they twisted the verses to drive the minds
Even the rivers with countless offspring of drops born with blood in plight
When triumphant by slaughtering and joyful savagery, twine by conquering rights
Even the womb of time, delivered history within minutes, the savages writes
Thence, the art of the divine with forest and grace, is no more a delight
The ascending souls and endless sighs, dispersed the stars as the grains of sand
Those vying for glory from the ashes of life and blood, but by heaven this was banned
The moon, wrinkled by grief and the dark rippled with fear, shall govern the land
From Babylon the light and humanity shined, and when dimmed, the world become blind