Cross And Moon Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

The love we share
with the crescent moon
Each time the moon
Slays a ram and cook
This love we express in words
This prayer and good wishes
Dished out from the crosses
To the brethren of the crescent moon
Which bears no malice nor hatred
Void of stimatisation
We usually cloud the turbans
And jalabia as well as the hijabs with
Seems to be gone as if all is all well
Most eat the bread and meats
From the pots of the hijabs
While some other turn it in the bin
not minding wasting someone's
efforts and sacrifices just to show love
If only, this love could be indeed a love
For a knife can be drawn anytime
against the infidels because they blasphem
And a man becomes judge of Armageddon
Without waiting for Allah.
When you see these people
Of the cross and of the moon
You know that the journey is far.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu