What happened to the glory of Islam;
to the scholars and poets of your
Avecina your children despise you.
Ibn Zaydun your offspring mock you.
Darkness has fallen and
intolerable hatred grips the nations
in a desperate stranglehold.
Your mighty intellect and
ease of words have been
dashed to pieces.
a distant memory
of your glorious past.
Bloody and stillborn,
wail in the streets
pulling out their hair in
Swayed by violence—
you dance to the beat
of bullets and bombs.
Sorrowed by the
graves you’ve produced.
None of your children say:
Our architecture was the splendor of the West
Our ingenuity and physicians cured the masses
Our poets inspired European’s best
We were the gate to the Renaissance—
In the name of Allah, the merciful
this shame needs to end!