…by Poetic Tee “Here, take a sip”
A fortnight witnessed the same
A crane in chaos created a banger
I refused to join in the blame game
Or throw at anybody a mean stinger
Seek ye now scapegoats to fit a frame?
Saudi authorities chose to point fingers
African pilgrims, they’ve chosen to blame
Though contrary voices shout other singers
Wrong decision taken by, what’s his name?
Mohammad bin Salman, who’s not a stranger
Prince Al Saud’s blockade ushered in the shame
Instructions, schedules shredded with a dagger
So the complaint against blackness and a dame
Blocking a river, flowing inch by inch, not longer
All they seek is Lord’s Pleasure, not some fame
Who knows not avalanche is filled with danger
Now it creeps out, an excuse so weak, so lame
After damages unfold by the minutes, bigger
Remember though, a date with destiny came
717 souls lost, 850 injured makes count larger
N31+ million for each life death prey to claim
As bold Sharia compensates even a beggar
Hajj mabroor for each victim’s the sole aim
Sad our Al-Miskin and Bilkisu live no longer
Who can fill such vacuums, our pains tame?
Instead you apportion faults to our bagger
Let’s amend the loopholes, quench the flame
O Allah, for every martyr, make us stronger.
©2015 Tijjani M. M.
All Right Reserved
A fortnight witnessed the same
A crane in chaos created a banger
I refused to join in the blame game
Or throw at anybody a mean stinger
Seek ye now scapegoats to fit a frame?
Saudi authorities chose to point fingers
African pilgrims, they’ve chosen to blame
Though contrary voices shout other singers
Wrong decision taken by, what’s his name?
Mohammad bin Salman, who’s not a stranger
Prince Al Saud’s blockade ushered in the shame
Instructions, schedules shredded with a dagger
So the complaint against blackness and a dame
Blocking a river, flowing inch by inch, not longer
All they seek is Lord’s Pleasure, not some fame
Who knows not avalanche is filled with danger
Now it creeps out, an excuse so weak, so lame
After damages unfold by the minutes, bigger
Remember though, a date with destiny came
717 souls lost, 850 injured makes count larger
N31+ million for each life death prey to claim
As bold Sharia compensates even a beggar
Hajj mabroor for each victim’s the sole aim
Sad our Al-Miskin and Bilkisu live no longer
Who can fill such vacuums, our pains tame?
Instead you apportion faults to our bagger
Let’s amend the loopholes, quench the flame
O Allah, for every martyr, make us stronger.
©2015 Tijjani M. M.
All Right Reserved
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