After The Dark Poem by Mohammad Abdullah

The sky was like a pitcher,
The clouds were like a husk,
The Sun fainted and sunk,
To inaugurate the fall of dusk.

The shades were now even,
To the gloomy darkness that spread,
The gleaming lights had extinguished,
By the silence that fed.

Outside, not a single man was seen,
Afraid of the beasts that howled,
People stopped looking under their beds,
Now that the Monsters inside them growled.

A day, but no day, just pitch black,
Had oppression now polluted the masses,
In misery, man was led astray,
Corruption in profusion, dignity burnt to ashes.

But as the corrupt blaze upon,
And Faith was hath gone,
Fate and belief would spawn,
Again the break of dawn.

The death of tyranny gave birth to hope,
The Daylight emerged, and away with the Devil,
'Allah is Who created the Good
Where He had created the Evil'

The lecherous hearts were cleansed,
The weeping eyes were consoled,
The thrones of tyranny were rent,
Never again, shall Man's blood run cold