Beggars to the Rescue

"Beggars" to the Rescue

On the way to the bank
He ran into a friend
Who was enjoying a name brand coffee

Which costs four dollars a cup

A lady come by and asked for change

She was ignored by all.

He continued  up to the bank

Had been cutting corners to save

To pay back a loan

As the interest was mounting

Relationships were at risk

Cause money like materialism

Is the main cause of divorce

And poisoning of relationships.

From the bank he got the $2,000

With the big wad of cash

He was walking a block away

When he saw the same lady

She said, “Didn’t you hear me?

I was asking you for some change”

He ignored her again and kept moving forward

After twenty steps his conscience bothered him

He opened the wallet and pulled out a dollar bill

He turned around abruptly to go back
To give her the $1 bill

But his sudden move startled two men

Who were following and about to rob him

He dropped the bill and ran away as fast as he could

Saying “this is for you”

By Fazeel Azeez Chauhan

2-11-16

Minimal Vision Maximum Division

Minimal Vision Maximum Division

I'm tired of fighting you my friend
I'm tired of awakening you my tribesman
I'm tired of convincing you my preacher
I'm tired of educating you my elders
I'm tired of pulling you my Muslim
I'm tired of showing you my children
I'm tired of understanding you my wife
I'm tired of following you my mis-leader
I'm tired of disliking you my brother
I'm tired of fearing you my employer

I'm tired of wasting life with you
I'm tired of you draining me

Because the enemy is working overtime
Looting our souls
Depleting our wealth
Ruling our hearts
Busy plotting our defeat
and our children's death
For the next
Five hundred years

(by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan)

4-20-03

Still I Rise

Still I Rise

As they crush my bones
In agony I’m screaming
They burn and peel my hide
As they hide scheming
In remote fox holes
Swallowing psychoactive capsules
Those gangsters can’t see me happy
They’re pitiful and jealous
Stroke their egos like a phallus
Stuck in the middle of their temples
They ejaculate when they humiliate
Like a virus they spin rumors and conspire
I want peace, those arsonists worship fire
Like cowards they attack
Ambush me slash my back
Some bomb from drones and in covert war zones
Plot with friends and foes
Blind of mirrors, they spew toxic smoke
With vengence their eyes are soaked
With shame and guilt
They rope me in, like a pope
They cast judgements
Like a lasso around my throat
I choke
They won’t let me breathe in peace
In my own defense I’m not allowed to speak
They don’t hesitate with their hate
When they see me asphyxiate
They shoot, blow out my knees
Paralyze, to keep us weak
Turn my friendly smile into a frown
In debt and uncivil wars they keep us drowned
Oppress us with dictators cause we Brown

Still, they Can’t make me a skeptic with their septic attitude
I’m a monkey wrench who gets their system unglued
I’m a free man, not a fool
I rebel against their rule
They can’t enslave me or steal my balls
As I rise above it all

by Fazeel Chauhan

4-24-09

Getting Free from Royalties

Getting Free from Royalties

Power thirsty, harem hungry
Loaded with haram money
Their pudgy pigs pillage
Every square inch
Devour sacred sites
Erase history at every opportunity
Dishonor the Prophet’s legacy

As atheists close in on Madina
And holy capitalists
Bulldoze and besiege Mecca
Satans choke the Kaaba
Pretending to be
Towers of luxury
Hotels of religiosity
Owned by so-called princes

The clock tower leading the charge
To scramble your head
To rape your heart
To whom is your sajda?
Bowing to tall buildings
or to the Creator?

At such occasions
Whole nations
Live under the influence
Of demon possessions

Muslims of the world will never be free
Til we get rid of royalties
Starting with the Saudis
Push their feet off our necks
Jail their ruling families

…Can never be free
Til these descendents of thugs
Installed by western colonial powers
are overthrown from their thrones

by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan
May 1, 2015

lokol and globol kowboyz

(a litany of trigger happy gun users and “conquerors”)

 

lokol and globol kowboyz

I shewt
bewhere
stay awey
mighty fense
you vermin
its myne
keep aut
don’t nock
you lost
no home
moov on
you ded
the end
 

A Father Would Give an Arm or a Leg

 

A Father Would Give an Arm or a Leg

As in America, the severest punishment is doled out
to those who can’t afford a good lawyer
Dictators stick their noses further up in the air
Around the maligned world, every year
Sentencing a couple dozen poor people
To get their hands chopped off as punishment
For petty theft, but not for corporate crimes
Not for looting millions of home owners
Through faulty loans or inflated gas prices.
Fux news recently reported that some family values preaching
War mongering humanitarian conservative religious
Lawmakers in western countries have now passed laws
To provide political asylum
To the foreigners who had gotten their hands cut.
So to get out of poverty
Millions of poor people have become petty thieves
Turned themselves in, and asked to get a hand chopped off
So they can some day migrate to the West
And make more than two dollars a day
To feed their families back home





by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan,
11-17-14