His life was such...

His life was such, a guiding light To know the wrong and know the right And such a soul, was asked to bow To one who was, the lowest of low. Yazid, the godless son of a crafty father Was proclaimed a king or Caliph rather Money and wine, most lavishly flowed Till all the worldly heads had bowed. But not the heads, who had bowed To God alone, who had showed The path of right, through Islam's ray Eighty and odd, among them, were they.

To save Islam from its sinking depth Too glad were they, to face death But to the ungodly one, they refused to bow Undaunted and unnerved, they faced the foe. It was not a fight, for a kingdom Nor a family feud, as is not seldom It was a fight for principles and truth As imbibed by Islam, in its holy book. If he had bowed to the ungodly one Riches and honor he would have won Islam would then have been in name Its seal., would have adorned, the devil's reign.

The time soon came for their test They were ready to lay their best With women and babes, handful were they Ready to face thousands, in battle array. To cut off water, was the only way To weaken them, they thought, for the fray So frightened were they, of Ali's son To fight them they knew, was no fun. Husayn was fully alive, to things at stake He knew well, his family's fate He was aware, that his was the Martyr's cup His end was near, his time was up!

The sad day dawned; the heavens were aghast Truth was at stake; the die had been cast Never had they witnessed, so supreme a test; Falsehood at its worst versus truth at its best. The wind was aggrief, it tore each leaf Wild was its anger, wild with grief It shook the river by its throat The waves, it tossed all things afloat. The sun glared down, wild with fire It burned with rage; fierce was it's ire If only it could make itself somehow free From the chains of bonds of heaven's decree.

The river was ashamed; hapless was it's plight Destiny's decree, how could it dare fight It's waters were controlled, by the rule of might Who cared a nought, for wrong or right. They guarded the river; they threw a ring To deny water was worst of a vindictive thing The hounds, they drank, and so did the drunks Innocent babes; parched were their tongues.

For three torturous days and three night Muhammad's beloveds were in waterless plight Young babes of most holy and innocent fare Wailing and whining, the torture they share. O' Lord of Lords!