On Isa's Second Coming
The throne is empty and waiting for the monarch,
Who is scheduled to come in proceeding years,
We are all standing with folded hands,
Looking forward with the eyes having tears,
He will surely come and get us rid,
Of the tyrants who have pierced the truth with falsey spears.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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