Poem For Muslims in Kosova

We have Muslim Brothers and Sisters dying there.
Being forced out of their homes to who knows where.
Forced to the mountains where it is freezing cold.
Many can't make it - many too old.

Why can't we feel their suffering and pain?
What have we done to reduce their strain?
This can happen to us one day too.
There is something that we have to do!

Try putting yourself in their place.
Think of all the hardships that you'll have to face.
Imagine your family being taken away from you.
How would you feel, what would you do?

Think of yourself being crammed into trains and taken away.
Having nothing to sleep on but a bundle of hay.
You'll want someone to do something for you.
There is something that we have to do!

Many are lucky to receive at least one meal.
How about the orphans, how would they feel?
What about those who don't know where their families are?
What about those who were turned back after coming so far?

Think of all the people who are sick.
How I would love to give Milosevic a kick!
Give a relief group some of your money.
I'm serious and this is not funny.

Allah will ask you about what you had done.
Did you do something or were you too busy having fun?
The Muslim Umma is like one body so you should feel it too.
There is something that we have to do!

Pleasing Allah should be on top of our list.
So this opportunity shouldn't be missed!