Not In My Land..

Saturday, November 21, 2009

My fortress is when I am shaken by a wave of afflictions

And patience is my provision in the severity of trials

So let them demolish my house,

my house built of mud

Or a tent woven

from the December wind

I will continue to rain on them

the lava of volcanoes

And my Anger makes them taste

humiliation and disgrace

They will not live in my land

for me to be inferior

So let them spill my blood

for it to flow on the Earth

They will never rest in the place of purity

We will erupt like a volcano and burn like coals

O nation of disbelief!

With your red infidels!

We shall never be pleased

with humiliation and repression