they bang on their chests- louder than the rush of thunder
here, there is no sin, there will never be
inside the territories termed holy
Oh God forbid, the exchange of glances
at the devil's dance- seven veils of silk made for temptation
sleet onto the eyes, cover them- cover well
sight of vices and the shedding of blood
they say here is different, it is inside that you
reach to find God. You reach outside to meet
everyone else, but they once told me
God is everyone else, everyone he molded to fit
the descriptions in a different dialect or a shade darker
maybe even lighter for the exchange of milk an honey to survive
but Allah ystor, May God shield the thought of sinning
they prayed out loud
Someone told me to cover my shoulders
it is disrespectful to God and tempts
I said my body was a temple
for holier works, to glory, to make useful
everything is different here, I know
people flog themselves dying to reach God
a God, of all sorts and powers
May he shield us from the devils of those who are abroad
not here, where the sun makes a promise of glory every mourning
eastward
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