Hallway Of Hell... Poem by Sarder Tawhid Imam

There is light after dark and dark after light,
in the prison cell that is only a cage of content.
Souls after souls, grow older as they mold,
all nights deem to be darker than the days.

Every era came to toil in our names,
to take a hand in building our history.
It took its taste right, as the sword that was bright,
cut again over the marked lines of our fate.

Even now we lust on, the tunnel to our throne.
look, there we see the trail of light it ends.
Stop, we shall not over bones nor over corps,
My heaven is through your hallway of hell...