Sometimes, Yawmul Eid he had only fish
His ambition is to be a Muallim, to teachBut as he was growing, he faced remiss
Was he successful? let the ummah answer this
Every weekend, it`s loud on our streets
On a second thought, the pieces of cloths they`ve bought
Could have bought books and prevented the F9 he got
But instead, we chose looks over books
He couldn't go to college, so he joined the crooks
He was just a juvenile in his prime
With no desire in cyber-crime
What he needed was wasted like leisure
So he reached for the keyboard to amass treasure
Let our leaders answer this
The ummah, the ummah, the ummah
What if we had our own Madaaris and clinics
Why don't we leave our slums and join the discussions
Let us not remain unheard critics
Else, when the battle gets tough, we will find no medics
Are you shia, sunna, tijaniya? yes! but we`re Muslims
We were the scribes in Africa yesterday
But what are we today? we can`t say!
To see us united with suawtun wahid is what I pray
IQRA, the quran says, Read !
To the rest of the juveniles that remain
Like we feed our tommy, lets feed our brains
Lets put up our umbrellas before it rains
Many have tried in different ways
But let these rhymes and words bring the change
THIS POEM IS FOR THE ZONGO COMMUNITY, I JUST CAN`T SAY ANYMORE WORDS. PLEASE READ AGAIN !!!
