Upon us chains… dragged across plains
Crying Hussain… crying Hussain
* * *
I stand here gripped in your absence with a tyrant
As men who feasted on your blood stand triumphant
As your daughters shake in fear and bewilderment
O’ who taught us patience, who will make them patient?
Should their shadows be seen by these men, they shouldn’t
Would they let eyes stare upon them, no they wouldn’t
These are your daughters; leave your teachings they couldn’t
And their screams show me forgotten you they haven’t
This is their pain
* * *
Brother your memory play on each broken heart
Even now as I stand here in the devil’s court
Were you not to tell me, ‘patience’, I’d break apart
Bury my soul in your grave and from life depart
Brother I envy those who you’ve allowed to mourn
I must lead them but I was as their hearts are torn
I hear your daughters creaming from the night till dawn
On you they lament and scream and grief they adorn
Upon these plains
* * *
O’ Yazid you think our beliefs you can distort
When the teachings of gold this household have been taught
O’ tyrant where are our men to give us support
They’ve embraced death as your tyranny they’ve all fought
O’ tyrant were Abbas to see how we’re enchained
With his sword your throat he would severe vein to vein
Yet after he cried out, ‘O’ self after Hussain’
He lies by the river, no eyes and his hands slain
This is your shame
* * *
This is my brother, who on him sat a devil
And I was forced to watch as I bid him farewell
From Karbala to Shaam our tears left a trail
He who follows it will find our cries and wails
Brother I watch this tyrant strike your severed head
And tell him with this murder our wounds you have bled
Neither will they heal but are deepened in this dread
Killed thirsty whilst swords were quenched as on him they fed
Thirst be ashamed
* * *
(London – 02/01/11)