A Cry for the Ummah
Here's to a brother, once one of us
He kept to the faith, good and pious
But where is he now? Oh Allah, I beseech
He's out Friday Night doing drugs on the streets.
Did you see it coming , did any of you know?
If you did, did you help him those few years ago?
Now his life is meaningless and bleak
Once a strong brother, now he is weak.
Here's to our sister, once righteous and pure
She prayed and she fasted, her Deen was for sure
Now, at eighteen, she's no longer chaste
Her innocent spirit, all gone to waste.
God gave us all eyes for us to see
Yet we each still claim "it will never be me"
And these two from our Ummah once claimed that too
SO ... My Sisters, My brothers,
IT COULD ALWAYS BE YOU