Summer Time



Summer days spent
Horseback riding on Philly Streets;
Or, at Belmont Plateau
Druming out some beats,
Hanging with your corner boys
Singing Doo Wop after dark,
Or saddled up upon your trusty steed
As you canter through the park.
Learning was something he loved
But school was a thing to dred
Didn't really enjoy bullets
Being shot at his head,
The 'Hood' prepared him for battle, 
Fair ones or gangwars occured many a day,
Banister post club'n, antena whip'n and fork stab'n
Ocurred on the way to school
On the way from school
And the stabbings usually in school during lunch,
Everybody boxed somebody
Each and every day,
Honing their pugilistic skills
Was just another form of Philly play,
In the Phighting city of Philly 
Thats just their way
Back in the day,
The shooter became more persistant
And his body was not bullet resistent
So he felt it time to leave
 


A child wanted to be a soldier. Needed to prove he
was brave ... knew not of life's purpose nor did he
fear the grave.

By sixteen he considered himself too smart for school.
Undaunted by danger, void of fear. By seventeen
He had become an army volunteer.

His military teachers taught him to dismiss the
"Golden Rule." In service to the great Shaitan he had
become the ultimate tool.

Disregarding moral values that his parents did instill,
He would become expert with the rifle and trained
To kill at will.

He had a love affair with the M-16 rifle. He loved to
Shoot. He utilized it to fulfill his oath to establish
Taughoot.

He courted war, needed war's drama and thrill.
Addicted to the adrenaline rush ... the manhunt
and the kill.

He had no more goals in life. He had Fulfilled
his life long dream. He had become a Sergeant
by age eighteen.

Blood stained hands, blood Splattered face ...
despicable standing before his Lord In a
state of disgrace.

On his blood mosquitoes and leeches did feast.
Plagued by snakes, rats, ants, fleas and disease
he trudged through rice paddy water up to his knees.

He wanted it to end. He needed it to cease.
Misguided child, no Longer desired to play his role
As the "World's Police."

Alcohol addicted, drug addicted, pimp, pillager, arsonist,
Ambusher, murderer of animal, man, woman and child. His mis-spent
Youth had greatly aged him, his face wore no smile.

By age nineteen, without knowledge of Allah's Deen
Or World of The Unseen ... He felt doomed
To consume from the Tree of Zaqoom.

Because of his misdeeds by age nineteen
He felt himself worthy Of The Fire of
Jaheem.

Blood stained hands, blood splattered face,
Blood of the innocent, that no water can
erase.

The battle field was his Alma Mater. At twenty-one
His only Hope became Islam and acceptance of
Shahadah.

Most appreciative to his Lord, The All Seeing,
The All Hearing, The Acceptor of Repentance,
The Forgiver, The Most High. The Eternal One
that never dies.

To Him only is due Praise! Grateful to his Lord for
having been Raised From the depths of this Dunya
to the Light of Islam.

He has become humble before his Lord, thankful to still be
alive at age fifty-five! He bows down With those who
bow down and has Never missed his five (salaat).

For Allah he is still a soldier without fear. And in
the Army Of Allah ... the Mujahideen proclaim …
TAKBIR!

By,
Abu Lateef

Glossery ...

1. Shaitan: The devil.
2. Taughoot: Anything that one pledges an oath to other than Allah. Such as a flag, patriotism to tyrants or idols etc.
3.Zaqoom: A tree found in Hell with fruit that is poisoness and resembles the heads of serpents from which the inhabitants of Hell will be forced to eat.
4.Deen: Way of life, sometimes translated as religion.
5.Jaheem: One of the names of Hell.
6.Shahadah: Giving testimony and/or bearing withness in Islamic Monotheism.
7.Dunya: This earthly materialistic existence.
8.salaat: The Five daily prayers required to be performed by each Muslim.
9.Mujahideen: Those who struggle and strive in the Ways of Allah by every available lawful method.
10.Takbir: Allah is Great.


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