O you scarred one

O scarred being, 

do not let the world dictate.

The collaborator hits you with the bullet,

the other laments your wounds.

They call you their own.

.. and then ..

Some days go by,

the mourner appears.

Just that this time,

in roles switched over.

The hidden collaborator.

This time, running away from your wound.

mutilating you further.

justifying their ways.

Glorifying their acts.

Oh! those exalted souls.

We are all collaborating.

Some with tangible devils.

Some with their hidden monsters.

I tell you, my dear, do not let the world dictate.

Allah u ahad, Allah u ahad.

I will show you the way,

and maybe one day,
You and I will know.

We will work out our own designs.

Holding reality in our hearts.

One day,

We will not sway.

I want you to know.

You have eyes more beautiful,

and

A merciful Lord.

No need to fear this world.

It all is in His hands.

One day,

You and I will not sway.