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I Swear Upon Each Crushed Rib

Ya Zahra!

I swear upon her scent, as roses give allegiance that no fragrance touched the prophet but her presence. I swear upon the echoes of her last voiceless nights that I am her servant and the anchor of her light.

Ya Zahra!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I swear upon each crushed rib of this sacred flower

Humiliated, torn from her root, broken so sour

I swear upon each tear that fell from her holy cheek

And curse upon the cursed and their evil clique

I swear upon her unborn, as I give birth to this rhyme

An unborn, sinless, his presence his only crime

I swear upon her scent, as roses give allegiance

That no fragrance touched the prophet but her presence

I swear upon the echoes of her last voiceless nights

That I am her servant and the anchor of her light

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