The City of Seven Gates
By crystal gazing was eyed an image
Of a prophecy told long long before
By the sages of a remote dim age
That Salah shall be coming to restore
The freedom of the Arab land again
Should we believe in sages when we read
About the man who was the blade of time
The time our homeland was shattered to bleed
And all the Arabs ‘ere busy making rhyme
Forgetting the blaze of their matchless fame
Why should we be like a truant look lost
On the floor of fate leaving not a trace
Though we had oceans of knowledge left tossed
Drying slowly like the Dead Sea in space
Why not our tradition of mark retrace
And be eagle eyed of vision to see
The star of our ancient glory in space
Why not keep our self reference and be
Like Tarik who cried here was heard in Spain
Where are those men of old where are they hence
Those who were bold as brass on land and main
And who’ve won their grandeur and eminence
By the blade of their will during their reign
Shouldn’t we have leaders of their kind again?
Besides shouldn’t we trow in sages we read
About the prophecy told long before
Wasn’t our great Salah who believed and freed
The gates of old Salem in days of yore?