By Thames' dark waters, the Queen, in shadows clad,
With hijab woven from night, in silence, she prays.
The muezzin's haunting call, through mists of sorrow spread,
Rosewater weeps, a fragrant tribute to the dead,
Trafalgar's lion, in ghostly Arabic, sways.
By Thames' dark waters, the Queen, in shadows clad.
Church bells toll, with adhan's mournful cry wed,
An English rose 'midst Medina's ancient maze.
Borders fade, like spirits of the heart misled,
By Thames' dark waters, the Queen, in shadows clad.
A legend whispers, in Britain's twilight, unsaid,
Brotherhood's light, through the world's eternal haze.
By Thames' dark waters, the Queen, in shadows clad.
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Author:
Prasun Goswami (
Offline) - Published: May 3rd, 2024 00:54
- Category: Religion
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With righteous vengeance
He shall rise
Treading the winepress
For His bride.
I like it for some odd reason, but can't fully understand the references. Care to elaborate?
If I am correct, it's tear down the west, and replace with a Caliphate.
I am looking for better.
Have to wait and see if Prasun Goswami has anything coherent to say for himself...................
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