A place far away from this tyrant-led abyss
A place where people still rise to feel the morning dew
And praise The Creator for His expertly framed masterpiece
Where the only music is of birds chanting every dawn
Welcoming the morning as it sweetly breaks in
Where waves murmur love songs in their deep tones
And the wind plays lullabies for Adam's younger kin
A place where children still run in fields with fearless hearts
Where beauty is modesty and honesty isn't extraordinary
A place where the moon still blissfully smiles
And the sunshine merrily gleams at every tree
A place where a woman's teardrop still shatters hearts
And a child's plea still reaps love and mercy
Where a man's strength, and a man's valour
Still protects the oppressed and helps the needy
A place where they work to earn, and earn to live
Where the night brings contentment and every morning elevates faith
Where people walk without masks and talk without cursing
Where hatred is forbidden and hurting, long forgotten...
A place so calm
So pure
So serene
So true
A place
Where you can still hear God...
~ MB
