Killing an angel

 By: Sister Fiddha

They killed you.
Bit by bit
Carved up your loved ones
And served them on a plate
Feasting on their misery
Oh Abul Qasim
Oh Imam of Mercy
Oh leader of good
Hw did Ali become so hated?
That they arrested him
The lion of God!
How opressed Fatima became
When heart heavy at your death
They came with fire
Ready to burn her and her sons.
Is there none to weep and wail for you?
None amongst them who mourn for Rantissi
To stand forward beating their breast
Saying Oh Ali What sufferings you faced!
What torments you bore !
What torture you had to endure!
Ali's life was harder than Hussain's
He was the patient lion
The caged nightinghale
The murdered mockingbird.
And we your devotees
Are left dumb
Our faces dry
As we turn the pages of the book of tragedies
We wonder at which one should we weep
For whom ?
Ali Riddha?
Musa Kazim ?
Sakina?
Zainab?
Sajjad?
Your daughter?
The light of your eyes.
When your eyes closed
She died by your side.
Never to be comforted
Never allowed to weep
Never allowed Fadak
Never allowed to live
Your innocent girl
Crushed behind a door
Neither her or her baby surviving.