Old Man at the Mosque (I never knew his name)
He was the first face I would see
Whenever I entered the mosque
I would run to greet him
But his smile would greet me first
He was my wise old friend
But his time had come to an end
And to think I never knew his name
His hands were rough and his feet were too
And I often wondered what work they used to do
(Maybe he was a farmer, a shepherd of sheep
Its so easy to verbalize
When people follow ideologies that idolize
I take the time out to eternalize
The love of my Lord and all that He has given
In this fanatical humanity were living in
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