Oladejo Abdus-Sabur
Blame me not, oh infant one!
For the shadows that have veiled the earth,
For darkness that stains the hearts,
I bear no blame.
In a mysterious world, you find yourself,
In these circumstances, choose your path,
In this shared world, we navigate,
No blame falls on me.
A world where war is now a grim sport,
Kidnapping thrives as daily commerce,
Terrorism asserts its dominance,
And drug trafficking surges.
What’s lawful now deemed unlawful,
Corruption engulfs the globe,
Corporate greed overshadows,
Profiteering outweighs social duty.
Countless jobless youths in the fray,
Cybercrime now their aspiration,
The signs are many, too numerous to name,
Harbingers of the impending end.
Oh, infant one!
Where there seems no way, a path exists,
The way of God, and the Seal of Prophets,
Muhammad Mustafaa, Muhammad Mujtabaa (saw).
My role is to guide, to teach, and to illuminate,
So grasp tightly onto these principles,
Before your final breath,
The day you exhale your last.
