For IFrane Morocco

A lion stands within your city,
Proud Majestic he is,
On our path we must be,
Despite those who wish us harm.

I carry the Spirit of the Lioness,
Not welcomed where she should be,
They don't understand, when I saw all those video's
It reminded me of a time long ago.

A time an ancestor was from maybe,
Some of my ancestors come from Fruenfeld,
Named changed in America, mother side don't know.
But they spoke many languages.

I know the feeling when someone hates you,
Its like a knife thru thy heart that was Spiritually felt,
I do not need to belong,
Where they have so much dislike in there hearts,
For one such as I can feel it, painful it was.

Where is the Love an Faith, Muhammad Taught I felt it did they not?
I felt his whole life after reading it I cried,
That is how hard it touch thy heart Spiritually,
The Lion is a Statue greatly honored there.

I carry the Spirit of the Lioness someday I will go there,
An pay my respects to it, as one should also to the Al-Kabah,
For the Al-kabah still calls to me, one day will visit it to,
With friends only that I know an trust in Mecca.
But live there I cannot.

IFrane Morocco sounds better so far noone has threaten thy life there,
The ones who live near there treat me kindly, as does another in Cairo,
Maybe the older ones should learn from the younger an not have so much dislike in the hearts when one such as I come full of Love an Faith,
I do not discrimmate but they have, forgive them I shall,
For I was taught to love all, forgive all, respect all.

As the one upstairs he doesn't discrimmate either,
He created us all, and sees the torment he dislikes,
Reason I was taught different, to spread the Love an Faith,
That Prophet Muhammad wanted but greed consumes the heart of many.

Like watching reruns on TV, nothing new same old same old,
Time for changes as he wishes if you got the balls to deal with it.