What a pathetic sight Yazid's hordes...

What a pathetic sight Yazid's hordes, displaying their might Thousands and thousands of blood-thirsty hounds Waiting to pounce on eighty odd crowns. While handful of souls, engrossed in prayer Unheedful of them; a sight so divinely rare Young and old, they prayed to Merciful God With humble devotion, His help they sought. To give them strength; no, not to fight But to be content, in whatever plight For well they knew, their role of life Was to save Islam, from being knifed!

The battle he lost, the fight he won Yazid's title of sanctity was shorn Islam's plant survived the onslaught Husayn's blood had watered the drought. The revenge was complete, so it seemed Abu Sufyan's pledge to Satan was redeemed The worldly eyes could, however, hardly see Husayn's blood had kept Islam pure and free. Previous…