Typhoons have less furyThan storms of thoughtsCrossing my mindThe society devouringLiver of its youngMy ignorant society of ragsPassivity and squalorA million stars flashbefore my eyesReceiving the slap of betrayalLet me love IslamLet me love you in IslamLet me work Islam with youBe pious muslims with my handClasp tightly in your handMy dormant, docile, sterile societyPassengers […]