Poem : Ya Hussain

When they came for his child he did not fear
How can we stand here and not shed a tear

Was he not the grandson of the most noble king
Subdued and wronged by his very own kin

Letters of invitation is what beckoned him there
Spears and arrows even the children they din’t spare

Forgiven was the one who answered the call
Saved from the flames his soul will not fall

Three days of hunger and worse was the end
With valour and honour though they did defend

The few did try but vanished before the sunset
With one great act all our sins they have swept

When the children saw their father leave the tent
By then they knew the depth of the torment

Tugging at the horse’s legs she cried and wept
Don’t leave us and go, for this I cannot accept

He looked back at the tent with tears one last time
What would then befall would bring them to grime

When the faithful time had come he knew his call
Dear horse that bent its knee for a tragedy to befall

Under the shadow of an anguished palm
From that moment on there was no calm

One cannot fathom all the pain that he endured
With that sacrifice though our freedom he assured

What courage drew strength to take the final bow
For an eternity and more this act will endow

Knowing what you know you still don’t weep
Open your mind in time the sadness will seep