Imprisoned and in prison… Your shackles wept for your pain
* * *
Something is wrong, I see shackled… The sun within its daylight
And I hear the moon weep in chains… Echoing throughout the night
I see a bridge and a coffin… Chained up, something isn’t right
Then I hear a doctor cry out… “Shia he has met his plight!”
There is nothing that does not weep… From crying none would refrain
* * *
I do not know if he’s alive… Or if he did pass away
When he would walk between prisons… You should see how he would sway
When did he die? I don’t think he knows… He’d not know night from day
Did he know that he was alive… When for his death he would pray?
How often did Kadhim’s soul… Leave his body and complain?
* * *
What kind of funeral is this… Haroon look at his remains
The doctor calls cries to his lovers… Poison still seeps through his veins
No I’ve never seen a body… That is still shackled in chains
No I’ve never seen a body… That still cries and still complains
A captive within his life… Captive in death he’d remain
* * *
O’ Captive of Kadhemiya… Today you’ve conquered Baghdad
No ruler truly rules but you… And your Imam Al-Jawad
But I remember one Friday… By your coffin Haroon’s guards
Even your coffin looked captive… Like your body, chained and scarred
A King’s body is chained up… Seeks forgiveness every chain
* * *
I came running to Kadhimeyn… As soon as the doctor cried
If this man has a family… Then know poisoned he has died
It’s as if the sun has been plucked… And within chains it’s been tied
I send peace upon you Kadhim… Before I speak, you’ve replied
And I ask for my wishes… You gift before I explain
* * *
(London – 14/05/15)