He is bomb
At place where I work
To earn, learn and obtain
Little of everything,
Saw a youth at pray
My heart fell.
I rather the faithful
To faithless
Anything, regardless.
But fear blind faith
It can be dangerous
Whatever, regardless.
I saw this and timeless
One of them was Hashem
An afghan, arrested
To him, as a homeless
Kabul was everything
And rest of his love, home.
He could turn into bomb.
In Cyprus, in a church
Same was right
Of a young Lebanese Christian.
He could turn into bomb.
In Khojand I saw same
Detained by KGB
Members of Hezb-al-Tahrir.
Somehow I by mistake
Turned to sand in current
Luckily arrested so I learned.
The same goes for this man
A Kurd, Turk, and Sunni!
He too can blast as does a bomb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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