Remember My Words

People are sick, starving, and poor, afraid to come out in the day. Afraid they will get struck down in their door, afraid doctors won't find a way. Afraid of the day darkness will take over, and light will fade away. They pray, pray, and pray for the day, they pray for the day Allah will take them away. They know nothing of smiles, hapiness, and joy. Their whole life is fighting for what they employ. They are people just like you and me. They are people, open your eyes and see. so, as you go back to your lives and sleep safe in your beds, remember my words, and those who are dead.