On a day when all the kindness gone
when the tears and sorrow appeared
when all the people lose their restrain
when the bad defeated the good
The shaytan starts taking control of them
all the rules have been unnoticed
even their heart turned into black
nobody cares even about the small deeds
They only thinks about wealth
about how to control the world
destroying all those who blocked them
do not even think about the weak
The despair start crawling around
blocked these people's mind and heart
start play the dirty tricks
and vanishing their hope
if the world not coming into the end
a really small amount of people
will always remembered about Allah everyday and night
until the end really come
created by : Nabila
Well I really made this poem... heee without doubt this must be really bad
But I just made some poems... so please enjoy~~
