On Jan 6, 2016 11:44 PM,

Disquietude
By Nadir

There is a welter of thoughts confusing and disturbing
I have searched to find answers but not every time I find an answer
The world is caught in an entropy as you grapple with one another pops up
With time things get worse, more horrid and gruesome
For truth and justice if one fights he is destroyed
The vanquisher revels in his victory in reality it is his nemesis
The world has been taken over by the evil force
The weak are trampled and maimed and destroyed
Everyday we see the one who rises to fight is soon reduced to ashes
The histrionics  of the malevolent and the charlatan capture
everyone's attention
He ultimately wins and takes the center stage and rest pushed away to oblivion
The wronged cry but it is lost in the din and noise of the impostors.
A sense of helplessness prevail as the vortex sucks up the truth and
justice is lost
But one thing is clear Karbala is the beacon for the weak and oppressed
Karbala teaches victory belongs to those who are weak but righteous
Karbala guides those for whom all doors have closed
Karbala is the ultimate victory it resurrects the weak who sacrifice
Karbala destroys the tyrant and despot and establishes the meek and weak