The Herd
A thousand footsteps in the dust,
Following blindly, with trust!
The world before us, loud and “bright,”
A thousand voices claim the “right,”
To tell us what we should believe!
To tell us what we should sideline!
The herd moves on, no questions asked.
They say the sky is always blue,
But do we know if it’s true?
We hear the narratives unfold,
Yet never question what we’re told!
We march together, in sync,
Afraid to stop, afraid to think,
For in the crowd, we feel no shame,
To blindly follow, it’s the game.
Hasbunallahu Wa’nimal Wakeel!