Doors

In the darkness of jungle,
the tiring silence is broken
by the weeping mothers’ echo

In this dark jungle,
Wolves claim friendship
Pigs claim leadership
Merchants are the lions,
selling kingdom of bravery
to the devil,
dancing to the music of
mourning men

Stranger is the Light
Alien is the Truth

In this dark jungle,
Towering bricks are the trees
Dripping blood is the bloom
The ambiguous fox
the only guide

In this dark jungle
In this deep caging
In this dreadful air,

Praise and thank the Creator,
for the open doors of
Iman!