Wails of Music

When demons of sadness attack me

And Djinns conspire to fill my bag

With broken dreams and cursed stories

I wrap myself

Not in my beloved’s arms

But in the kind soul of music

Music is the divine mother tongue

For all those who believe

Rumour:

I heard music was used

Today

Instead of firing barrels

Music is the food for souls

For all those who believe

Rumour:

I heard music did

Today

What guns couldn’t do

Music is the smile of a saint

For all those who believe

Rumour:

To summon dead souls

Music was played from the yore

On both sides…

Shhh…don’t be crazy!

Rumours can get you killed

If they turn out to be true!