Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 10, 2017

Iblis:~by Mohammed Michael Harfoush


 

 

Iblis:

Most people’s opinion of me’s made up.
My reputation has been dragged through mud.
I’ve been framed as a rebel with no cause.
I’ve been martyred as an affront to God.

The only thing I wanted was respect—
A shred of dignity; I got neglect.
He wanted me to bow before your feet—
You’re lesser beings; I couldn’t concede.

And now I’ve been condemned to roam your earth,
Searching for others like myself, who hurt—
Those who won’t mind a bit of company,
Regardless of the fact that, well, I’m me.

How cruel this fate is that I have been dealt:
Life amongst those for whom I was cast out—
Who’re now my prim’ry refuge from myself—
Whose world amounts to my own pers’nal Hell.

But in the end, we’ll hear those trumpets sound,
And see your loved ones rise from ‘neath the ground,
And find out whom amongst them empathized
With my plight, and thus, with me, shall reside.

© 2017 Mohammed Michael Harfoush

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