Oh help me please, I’m an addict!
I’m suffering, all alone
It’s not some drugs or the cigarettes
I just can’t get off my phone!
Oh help me please, I’m an addict!
I’m suffering, all alone
It’s not some drugs or the cigarettes
I just can’t get off my phone!
He fled from Aleppo
From the snipers and war
His mother and father
They perished before
Never again, will it happen, they said
Never again, will the Nazis purge, they said
Never again, will the children of Israel grieve, they said
Never again will we sit by
While they use their poisoned words, they said
While they call them vermin, rats and traitors, they said
While they spread their hate and theories, they said
About their faith and about their intentions, they said
While they say the Jews are treacherous, they said
While they prepare the ground for the gassings and rapes
While their poison works through the public’s veins, they said
While their headlines and stories purvey the hate, they said
While their propaganda blinds the masses, they said
Never again will such hatred breed, they said
Let me share with you a tale
About the man Mushtaq
Who used to run an ice cream van
Along the wide South Bank
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
Ramadan is a month of fasting
From dawn to dusk every day
The rewards of which are everlasting
We observe our fast and we pray
Ramadan is the month of the Holy Quran
The month of God’s revelation
We read the Quran full of patience and calm
And we feel our souls’ elevation
In the morning, we rise for an early meal
We call it suhoor or sehri
Porridge and fruit so no hunger we feel
And yoghurt, some toast and berries.
Then all through the day we continue our fast
No eating, not even any drinking
So slowly and gently the time seems to pass
Eventually our bodies sync in
During our fasting in our Ramadan
The point is to be a better person
Our actions should conjure patience and charm
We should promote our better version
The actions, the fasting, the praying this month
Should make us become inspired people
The hunger we feel should provoke gratitude
Our thirst should make us better people
In the evening upon the repose of the sun
We open our fast with dates and water
Our hearts are so glad and enriched with the food
Our throats are enhanced with flowing water
Then after iftar the evening supper
We observe some special prayers
Taraweeh, a cycle of eight or twenty
Exquisite verses we hear
In the final ten days, we increase in our prayers
We believe these days are really blessed
The night of power counts for one thousand months
The mercy of God is our lesson
Then upon the appearance of the crescent moon
We rejoice on the night of joyful Eid
The families exult and prepare lovely food
There’s sweets, offerings and lovely mehndi
I hope I have told you about Ramadan
In some clear and engaging poetry
And now I am off to adjust my alarm
Soon I’ll be waking really early!
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire, at your desire- Shocking Blue
Venus came across a man
Gazing with her crystal eyes
Burning like a silver flame
Yearning with desire
She’s got it, yeah baby she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
This stranger looked into her face
Her beauty encompassing the view
But looking beyond her, he was
Just like no-one else had
He’s got it, yeah baby, he’s got it
I am Yusuf, I desire Al Ma’rifa
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Once there was a poet
Who hailed from Tipperary
One day he said: “I know what I’ll do
I’ll be the new Busiri!
I am going to be the one and only
I am going to be a star
Muslims from all around will cheer
This is the new burda!
How can you love Muhammad so much?
How can you show such devotion?
What do you see in this Arabian?
Why does he stir your emotions?
All we have heard is his harem of wives
Included the little girl Aisha
We hear of his call for Islamic jihad
And his Quran so hard to decipher.
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Seven nufus were on the loose
One day from Ramadan
They met in Sousse for some couscous
Before the maghrib azaan.