Abe Dharr Al Ghifari Poem by Matloob Bokhari

ABE DHARR AL-GHIFARI
Abu Dharr was born where nothing was done for the poor;
Where no equal distribution of opportunity, property or power;
Where the rich absorbed in vices and the poor engulfed in sorrows;
Where religious leaders taught hatred, schism and malice;
Where there was no truth, no justice, no equality of rights;
Where merciless and inhuman were sucking the taxes of masses;
Where Satan had invaded the kingdom of mind;
Where aim of education was to cheat, dissimulate, or be diplomatic;
Where Bank Bombs were more lethal than atom bomb of Hiroshima;
Where charity was given to earn fame and popularity;
Where humans were burning in whirlpool of wars and murders;
Where people were hated by the colour of their skin;
Where children were without sandals and mothers with tears.
Abu Dharr worked for a society where happiness for all was certain,
Provoking the poor to rise against aristocracy and hypocrisy, he said:
'This is not my land, this is not my country, this is not my planet;
Where foul proudly sits on chariot, fair sighs under its wheel;
Where an ill-breeding mind rules the time, a good soul is blown;
Where a quisling sleeps on roses; a liberator walks on thorns.
O followers of Master of Nazareth and Sufferer of Karbala,
Instead of submitting, sacrifice to liberate the chained humanity.'
' Equality in liberty, no degrees of nobility, ' electrified the poor.
Roused those who were struggling for air in the land of despair.
Those who were serving a life sentence in the dungeon of desires
Imprisoned him in the stone walls, where he languidly languished.
One day, through the window of the cell, Abu Dharr was looking
At green leaves and the fragrant blossoms on twigs of trees.
Ah, spring, a cuckoo perched on a flowery branch chanted a song.
Abu Dharr 's soul responded; mingled with immortal world of melody.
That he who wanted to bring happiness in every house
Left his aged mother wailing, all-alone in the abode of mortality.
That he who brought oil-lamp in the darkness
Was buried in the gruesome darkness of the night.
Abu DHarr Al Ghiffari- The liberator.

COMMENTS: ABE DHARR AL-GHIFARI
Demelia Denton: Wonderful....Enjoyed reading very much..Thank you

Ketsy Rivera: Amazing Matloob! So candid, and thought-provoking...thank you for sharing this powerful word of prose!

Frances Anna Ayers: Very lovely, full of revolutionary zeal Matloob!
HerojitPhilem: Nice one

Isabelle Black Smith: Such a powerful statement in your words here, Matloob Bokhari, especially this line...'Instead of submitting, sacrifice to liberate the chained humanity."

Thought provoking: I love how you describe the melody of the cuckoo as immortal, calling out to the soul and the two intermingle to become one. Truly beautiful. I do often feel that some forms of music --and certain pieces in particular-- but I have never been able to describe so eloquently as you do here. Wonderful write, Matloob.

Shahariar Imam: VERY TRUTHFUL; GREAT POEM.

Laura Bailey: A wonderfully passionate write!

Shareef Abdur-Rasheed: Beautiful, Love this piece!

Leo Riccio: Very powerful poem.

Kristy Raines: That was outstanding, love your work.

Michele Vizzotti-White: Sad but very good

Daveda Gruber: Now this is a sad and bleak story Matloob. May those who are in such despair find the happiness that was intended on this earth.*

HerojitPhilem: Nice one, love it

Abdul Wahab: A great ink.very powerful

Harindhar Reddy: A good poem sir....

Misty Naholnik: • wooooow.I am reading with tears in my eyes.

Stefan Borenstein: deep and so true, matloob

Scott Ransopher: That was good Matloob!

Sandra Delussu: You describe our world so truly, in all its cruelty in all its desperation and blindness. The history repeats in waves of sorrow. Bank bombs worst then Hiroshima. In the name of what? money and stuff can't never buy freedom for the soul..they don't know yet. beautiful Matloob..

Belinda Hutcheson: i see young people growing without care, ignorant. tutelages and griffed clothes...drinking them souls blind, money, allure, sex, drugs and that's all..nothing wrong in all those things i named...the wrong dwells in ignoring one's soul, the kern of everything.

Marilyn Ann Francis: It seems that freedom from all this always costs the 'Ultimate Price' OUR BLOOD.......So all those who enjoy freedom from enslavement and poverty and bondage. Do all to keep it, at any price...Excellent, MAF

Michele Vizzotti-White: Sad but very good
Kristine Nicholson: I wish we could say that we have now attained the goals of 'justice, truth & equal rights, ' but we must not lie. Great, thought-provoking writing, Matloob!

Rachel Vivace: Yes, in a lot of ways, this is true; sometimes peace can only be found through our struggles, through coming out of our battles, whatever they may be. True, final freedom from all issues of bondage and enslavement, no matter the source, can always be found in the Love of our Lord and Savior--Christ Jesus--and this is always, always framed within the context of the grace and mercy He has so freely shown and given unto us. Come again, Lord Jesus. '...Koum! '
Hey there! I really liked your poem. I am looking forward to seeing and possibly even hearing some more of your poetry. Hey, Marilyn has informed you are not interested in interviews. (as I am very busy right now, both in some of my own projects, other work, etc., I would like to have ur interview) .

Alma Delacruz Gossman: How did humans ever get to this point? It is just appalling and shocking and so very hard to understand. God created the world for humans to share, yet those with the egos to possess and want more, more, more will do anything to anyone to possess yet even more.
Let's all pray the leaders positioned to make changes find support from enough of us to make a true shift or honestly, we are all in trouble...how the world has become so numb to all this is just shameful...amazing how the poor are the ones that know what the truth is and how to be. If only we could imbue in our leaders what morals and liberty truly is...and create enough of a force to instill integrity and collaboration rather than utter greed, power and stupidity! Do they even know what love is? Sorry...didn't mean to get on a tangent, forgive me!

Flora Vasconcelos: The only Satan I see around is the dark side of human nature... This is how I read: ______ ' Equality in liberty, / no degrees of nobility ', / electrified the poor. / Roused those who were struggling for air / in the land o
f despair. / Those who were serving a life sentence / in the dungeon of desires / imprisoned him in the stone walls, / where he languidly languished. / One day, / through the window of the cell, / Abuzar was looking at green leaves / and the fragrant blossoms on twigs of trees. / Ah, spring, / a cuckoo perched on a flowery branch / chanted a song. / Abuzar´s soul responded; / mingled with imortal world of melody. / That he / who wanted to bring happiness in every house / left his aged mother wailing, / all alone / in the abode of mortality. / That he / who brought oil lamp in darkness / was buried / in the gruesome darkness of the night. ______ But I have a female sensibility, so, I feel differently, perhaps (! ?) .

Chaz Gee: nicely done Matloob

Sand Tucker: Rhythmic and strong and very righteous. The world has become so jaded to injustice. The dark has fallen and none of us notices because we're all so concentrated on our own flashlights.

Ian Kilfoil: Oh my God, how deeply moving! ! ! ! ! !

Starr Poetress: AHHHHH I love this piece, very emotionally filled

Angela Davis Wow: Matloob, this is so intense, Great!

Tod McNeal: the poem of my friend Matloob is deep but these lines are really liked by me:
"Where no equal distribution of opportunity, property or power,
Where the rich absorbed in vices and the poor engulfed in sorrows,
Where religious leaders taught hatred, schism and malice,
Where there was no truth, no justice, no equality of rights,
Where merciless and inhuman were sucking the taxes of masses, "

Gray Brewer: Who is going to decide how to EQUALLY distribute MY property? ?

Tod McNeal: ...Mr. Capitalism perhaps? ? ? But most likely in the end YOUR property (and everyone else's) will be owned by Mr. Corporata who owns Mr. Government through his subsidiary Mr. Bank who makes the 'playing field uneven' via Mr. Lobbyist...in a land where SUNSHINE (as in 'Sunshine laws') has a lot of dark alleys sadly.....such is the way of the world. 'Emancipate yourself from mental slavery...none but ourselves can free our minds' ~

Raymond Bayoud: Can They Take My Mind?
Tod McNeal 'How long shall they kill our prophets, While we stand aside and look? ' ~Bob Marley
'They' can try...note that one American Veteran commits suicide every 80 minutes Raymond. I would say that answers the question in the affirmative sadly..
Free yourself from economic slavery...none but ourselves can be materialistic...look not to what others have in this realm...you got to remember what is took...when we pass from this realm of insecurity...none but our mind will take the trip...Won't you sing with me: This song of freedom...because all I ever had...is this SPIRIT-SOUL...REDEMPTION SONG! ! !

Raymond Bayoud: Stratospheric Aerosols and Geoengineering is psychiatric warfare. Those computer scientists at NASA developer nano particle tech and sold it to the satanic hierarchy.
Good thing I practiced transcendental meditation 29 years ago and learned how to separate my mind from my body. Now I exist in dimensions they shall never know