My Religion
On one prelude to a brown new day
A man besides me woke up and pray
As curious as a caring mother
I questioned ''who is your maker''
He turn and showered a bundles of smile
And said ''I have been calling this words for a while''
Since he pushed you to this question
Well I shall show you my religion
first my faith is islam a peaceful teaching
we are called muslims the one that should do good thing
my maker is ALLAH, he is great
Unto him their is no equal weight
He born nor born or feels
He make he assigned and he kills
If we are wise, we should avoid our brothers bees
His mercy he grant for no fees
From abraham to muhammad he call
But the last is vital than them all
These people were meant for us to follow
But the last some say they did not know
Is it out of ignorance they deny?
Or perhaps to know him they never did try
We carved our action from the koran
A book our prophet left to guide every man
We are though to respect ever species
Even infant who don't know how to pull out feces
We believed, everyone is responsible for his motives
Not his faith which ensure, victim forgives
Young man my faith is islam
A blissful experience for every man
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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