Muhammed Jabbar (jihad)

Cardiff, Wales, UK

I was born in Newport, Wales on the 30th of October, 1970. Following the death of my dear mother in September 1997, my only family includes an elder brother, a younger sister who is a successful barrister, and an adorable 4-year-old niece. I graduated in law with Honours from the University of Wolverhampton in October 1997 and am currently a "Distinguished Member" of The International Society of Poets. While all things come to an end, it is my belief that since poetic prose and verse flow from the soul's eternal fountain of truth. They are, therefore, immortal.

Thorns

Thrown against a thorn bush he lies upon the ground,
grasping the grass with his fist his face is
contorted with agony,
his naked body struggling with the earth is shedding blood,
with every drop that oozes from his wounds they
are being sucked by thirsty earth.

He cries out in despair! There is no one to hear him;
His cry echoes, but his voice gradually fades away;
it is dark, desolate and silent.

As random thoughts run through his mind
of past love and brotherhood
but then of the future to be met with vengeance.

Alas, the severity of the pain numbs his body and mind;
He falls into a deep sleep,
he is neither to be healed nor awakened,
he being the Human Conscience.

The Awakening

Keeping Truth as your guide and witness
Shout! shout to the top of your voice
let the iron curtain of darkness fall in fright
and awaken all Humanity.

May the dawn spread its glory of Truth
across the lands and seas and into every living soul.

Shake the Heavens!
let them know that truth will prevail.
Close the gates of Hell!
and slash evil across its wicked face.

May we march towards a future
where love shall bind souls
and not to future
where Man's ignorance of Truth
shall feed upon death, hunger and poverty.

Let us join hands in Global Brotherhood
and alas, dispense with the fact that today
Humanity is a lonesome wanderer upon a dark and sinister path.

Mother Beloved!

Upon your being heavenly kissed by the Angel of Death
the sun set in my life
only to be followed by a long night of bereavement.

Alas, with the passing of time
a reluctant dawn gently soothes away
the stillness and silence of the night.

With yesterday being of remembrance in the calendar of my life
may the Glory of Truth forever shine upon you
till that time in eternity
when we will once again be reunited before our Creator.