Goodbye my friend… it’s not the end
Your flag didn’t fall, in my eyes it always stands
And when we meet again you’ll have both of your hands
It’s not the end
* * *
There are two worlds… and I’m one
You O’ Abbas… in another
I am standing… by the burnt tents
Whilst you’ve fallen… by the river
I smell of smoke… I look like ash
You have no eye… no hands either
Look at us both…. We have been crushed
And we’ve been torn… from each other
But it’s okay… that’s just today
There’ll be a day again when I’m in your embrace
I’ll pick up your hands and put them back in their place
It’s not the end
It’s not the end
* * *
Brother don’t cry… the children cry
And they’re thirsty… but it will pass
Know that their tears… are from seeing
Their uncle fall… broken like glass
But it will pass… and it won’t last
You’re the lion… that none surpass
On Judgement Day… I shall complain
And show my Lord… your hands Abbas
I’ll raise them high… and cry out ‘why’
Why were the hands of my brother ripped from his arms
What sister holds her brother’s hands within her palms
It’s not the end
* * *
Brother I leave… chained up in chains
As a captive… but I’ll come back
They think I’ll cry… my brother gone
One brother’s fall… broke Hussain’s back
They think they’ve won… they don’t know me
My father’s strike… none could attack
The Tholfiqar… sits on my tongue
And Yazid’s throne… my words shall crack
I swear Abbas… they shall not last
We won’t be forgotten, we shall live forever
And Yazid and his rule no-one shall remember
It’s not the end
* * *
Yes I am sad… but with my grief
Yazid’s throne fell… I took his lands
Grief has changed me… a whole army
Made up of tears… my eye commands
Try to find me… I look different
When I’m buried… weep shall the sands
But I ask you… Abu Fadhil
When you return… bring both your hands
I cannot bear… another tear
Seeing you without hands leaves my eyes in despair
My thirst for your embrace like my lungs thirst for air
It’s not the end
* * *
(London – 11/05/15)