You don’t even know
when a wind moves through a place
that makes the cats howl
and the dogs whimper
A wave that takes all
who| |aren’t| |paying| |attention|
who have not learned from teachings
of Sages and Sufis
who do not heed the words
of Oman and Romani
They know
what you
can’t see
the jinn
live on
the edge
of fire
the room goes cold
they make a hole
and enter in
and move your soul
you are a pawn in their game
an agent of wretchedness
becoming the scourge
because they cannot
you are a piece
on a backgammon board
where Christs and Shaitans
wage immaculate war.
JIHAD
Beautifully stated, touched my sad heart.