Young Rafeek's Story.

[BOB]

This goes out to a young boy by the name of Rafeek, a Non-Somali but Muslim and a good kid.

 

 

Rafeek was seven when he lived

with his mother and father

his house was filled with hatred and stress

his mother was a good wife and mother

and his father was a wife beater

the nights when his Dad would

show up late would be the nights

that Rafeek would never forget

seeing his father hand come across

his mother's face faster and harder

then a heavy weight boxer can throw a punch

as he would watch his mother fall

to the ground coughing up in tears

he could only watch as he could hear

and tear the sounds of his mother pleading

but the only thing he could do was shed

a tear for his mother's eye

the following day while his mother was

fixing dinner with her swollen eyes

his father arrived home from work yelling

and demanding for a dinner

but before he could finish his phrase

a shot was heard as his father

laid on the ground coughing for life

but as the smoke cleared and his father gone

he could see his mother shocked at what she did

she shed a tear not of sadness but hope for,

she shed a tear of her beloved child Rafeek.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

[BOB]

Snow falls with white,

but tears fall during a parent's fight,

kids get toys and much more love,

but others get a gift that is

no more cheaper then a glove.

i sit here and i think but then I remember

the painful tears of the innocent child

that I see his face every time I close my eyes

the child that fate abandoned and destiny disowned

the child who's the slave of Allah

and I ask myself & the world

how come we have to be so sly

but I think and I think and I ask myself

again that it will be only time,

when a needy kid will be singing his first time.

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

[BOB]

Lead me into a dreamless sleep

push me down into the cold

wrap me up into a blanket of stars

let my life story unfold

tonight is not the perfect night

where the stars are bright and near

it is that cloudy thought

that fills my young heart with fear

I'll scream into the air

while the wind whispers at my back

I'll fall onto the ground somewhere

nothing has to be exact

have my battered thoughts wander

into places far from the place i call home

lay my attention upon a white sheet

I'll take it to my bed

rush me into my broken dreams

carry my sweaty body home

I am not the one you've been looking for

and I have been looking to be alone.

 

Peace, Love & Unity.