Islam · poetry

Their Possession 

Dawn.
That's when they rolled into town.

Splitting into groups,
the order of Allah's troops,
one guarding the back doors,
others searching homes -
on each and every floor.

Some men shot dead,
the women and children -
ripped from their beds,
stripped until half nude. 
Examined - 
If their age was in dispute.
Separated by gender, age, and faith,
assessed for the worth of a price of a slave.

The remainder of men,
ordered to dig a trench,
when they were exhausted,
they held little resistance - 
to being slaughtered,
limp bodies kicked in mass graves,
after their heads
had been hacked off with a blade.

Land burnt to a cinder,
like the ones of Banu Nadir,
possessions taken -
for future sale, 
the women and girls,
violated -
like the Jews of Banu Qurayza.

The Fighters had their pick,
the young and prettiest went quick,
the leftovers sold on the slave market,
Someone's possession,
decreed by revelation,
ordained for the right hand -
of every Muslim man.

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