Time,
Every moment prime,
Cuz u can never get it back with the dime.
But these are sour times,
Times which seem like grimes on time itself,
These are the times,
Born of the words and actions of the past times.
Because prophecies come true like its a mime.
These are the times,
When the baby suckles from his mother, holding a whip,
When our women have become Hour glasses with the swaying of their hips,
When zina is an occupation with unimaginable reap.
These are the times,
When our screened boxes of fitna have appreciated,
And our own bodies have depreciated,
These are the times,
When the barefooted men have made their homes in the sky,
And the hyena has been made to lead the pride
When a girl knowing barbie better than she knows her mama isn't seen as a disaster,
And the best soccer on tv is given to us by the brewmaster.
These are the times,
When my ummah has become eat free n take away,
Much to the delight of the beasts of prey.
And leave their lives savaged by the end of the day.
These are the times,
When David's son has become Golaith,
When Moses brother has become the Pharaoh,
And the seeds of the sahabah has bore the tyrants.
These are the times,
When my brothers made tommorrow's headlines yesterday,
Because they made their triggers their sixth fingers,
Because their tongues couldn't shoot to kill.
And just like old times bore these times,
These times will bear later times,
Times which would still come like a mime,
When the sun rises from the west,
When the two Messiahs and the guided ones put us to test,
When in Lydda, the Messiah lays the other Messiah to waste,
When the son with no father will uncross many 'T's,
When d window of repentance would be closed, no pleas.
We can go on and on with these,
But know that this is no brain tease,
These aren't guesses, rather guarantees.
Peace.
