When the conquest is done
And nobody empathizes
When Sharia's garbs get worn
And no one testifies this
There's no driving toward their Mecca
Not unless we replace ourselves
You have no passage through Mecca
Or else
Ramadan at the Kaaba
Tawaf circumambulation
Keep the seven count calculation
Or else
Personal hajj
Will get you saved and paid
Till the journey gets compelling
If you lacked the common sense
Or willful retelling
Numbers are swelling
Their demographic achieves
The blood interweaves
Conquest without sword
It's terribly cheap
Pervasion is complete
And the invasion only lacks your presence
And nothing else
Nothing else
And no one else
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