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THOUGHTS ON THE FESTIVAL OF SACRIFICE
What a day!
After the holy Pilgrimage,
To Kaaba,
In the city of Makkah.
The festival has begun,
Sacrificing sheep,
Goats, cows and camels,
in Abraham's tradition.
The rich are,
Proud and showing off,
All that wealth can buy,
While poor children cry.
Festival?
Only for the wealthy?
Whose hearts have,
Forgotten the Almighty?
Sacrifice,
Has a divine wisdom,
But who cares!
To remember and fathom...
...Why God chose,
To save a prophet's son,
With a ram,
As he fulfilled his vision.
The tradition remains,
A body sans soul,
As the ostentatious rich,
Mock the poor of a nation!
Spiritless,
Walking skeletons,
Relishing mutton and beef,
While the poor seek relief...
...From hunger,
And stark misery,
With starving babies,
Cling to their milk-dry mothers!
Prophets came,
With God's divine guidance,
Stressing what piety is,
Ah, this age of ignorance!
