Cries

With strands of black my body is covered,

With anguish and sorrow my self, cloaked,

Now my only state is that of grief,

My only language is of tears, with it I speak,

Listen to the cries, the ones beyond existence,

Listen to the story of one man’s resistance.

Travel with me into the arms of my mother,

In my infancy when I cried like any other,

She whispered to me "Hush little baby"

You're like no other, you, my child are Hussaini.

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