Chained Faith

I like to write from different angles.
Differing angers,
Differ in standards.
My difference handled,
With distance,
Abandoned:
Thoughts revisit provocation;
Is it me,
Is it them,
Is questioning itself the work of Satan?
Does he even exist?
Are satanic thoughts,
A label made to miss:
Blame where hate should sit,
With the sinner,
In his grave.
Or can I simply point to a face,
For which I only have a name??!
And then there's the fakes,
The snakes,
That waste,
Precious time and make,
A way,
To your downfall if you let em;
The messages,
I get em,
So my message is:
I vet em.
The good make me strong,
The hate makes me stand,
The truth is never wrong,
And the proof is in the plan:
I want a mic for the message,
A stage for the change.
Raise a hype with this blessing,
Raise the stakes with my fame.
Only seekers of Truth,
Will seek for my name.
Sequels of Jews,
Being equal,
My claim.
It's not for people to choose,
Who's chosen to reign...
I either made it happen,
Or happened...
I refuse to maintain:
An ignorance in which,
The only real victim is me.
There are signs for Men of Understanding,
If the men wish to See.

Subah Sadiq Khan

10.02.2013