THE PROMISED MESSIAH
By Ebrahim Muhamed
Scholars, Philosophers, Poets, everywhere abound
Too many questions – answers rarely found
In our Pride will we ever say?
That indeed we have lost the way?
Promised by the Praised One
A reflection of that dazzling Sun
Appears, a Slave of Ahmad, His Holy Book to teach
Enlivening groping souls his ÔbreathŐ does reach
Sun and Moon in Holy Nights all doubt dispel
About the One Muhammad did foretell
Who, in lonely recesses of the night
Pleads before Him MankindŐs pitiable plight
Heavenly pen like Grand GeneralŐs scimitar
Skilfully wielded by Slave of Mustapha
Dispelling doubts and darkness all around
Faith, lost in Pleiades, on Earth once more found
Anti Christ, with deadly arguments, in defeat do fall
Enemy bugles a scuttling retreat do call
Ignorance, Prejudice, Falsehood – Demons in his way
With pledged pens, like DavidŐs decreed stones, did slay
The Holy Book now everywhere on every tongue
Praises of the Lord from East to West now sung
Light and Learning distant horizons do grace
Fruits of wisdom weeds of ignorance replace
Sweet saintly revelations - crystal clear!
The Messiah, Thank you Lord, is here!