The devout thief
The devout thief
Oh lords and lady’s of this land
My palms outstretched, now line my hands
My limbs prevent me from all work
But accept my thanks for this life with perks
And give for me an abode to dwell
Whilst within the shadows I buy and sell
I only want what is my right
I assure I sleep well at night
Why would I not, my money is candid
Everything I have has been handed
By you fools who all day slave
Whilst I read Quran all night and pray
And look how Allah does return
Because I prayed, look what I have earned
And this way of life suits me fine
You have neither, I have money and time
And when my last days make themselves near
My soul is ready, my conscious clear
“Oh Allah, remember this slave in your sight
whose head was bowed throughout the night
your ninety nine names I would recite
I am of those who received your light
And devoted my life to do what’s right”
The reply;
‘Oh wretched fool, you begged and stole
your soul now free and your body cold
what purpose did you serve there with your time
Able body, with an able mind
Look at the Book take a second glance
Stay away from interest and games of chance
Are you so blind that you cannot see
Do not acquire your goods for free
Earn your keep, whilst at times trouble
Every effort you make, I shall double
Alas, too late! Your soul has returned
Oh Mankind ensure your goods are earned’