By Imam Zaid Shakir

Our hearts are calling out to us
Into the dark and maddening night
Our hearts are calling out to us
To seize our hands and lead us right

Too blinded are we by the glare
Of power, money, war and fame
Yet with perverse and blinded eyes
We ignore poverty and pain

We put a price on everything
The land, the trees, the wind, the seas
And if our wretched claws could grasp
We’d even steal the summer breeze

The oil comes forth and soils the ground
And stains our hearts with equal share
The stench of what our hands have wrought
Reveals a soul that’s dark and bare

Yet, will we sit and fester here
Or shall we rise and fight the beast
To storm the tyrant’s barricades
To crash his filthy blood-lust feast

Defending those who have lost all hope
Who live in darkness and despair
To let them know another way
A life defined by love and care

A life defined by servitude
To God, to neighbor, kith and kin
A life defined by gratitude
With dignity the prize to win

Can we all make it to that place
And sacrifice so very much
Of what the world has made us all
And cast away the crippling crutch

The crutch of there’s no other way
Than what before our eyes we see
The crutch of there’s no other choice
Devil’s checkmate, fait accompli!

Have we attained to history’s end
Oppressor trampling on oppressed
Have we become so sinister
That there’s no wrong we can redress

So will we listen to our hearts
And will we heed their desperate call
To lead our brothers to the light
Or deeper into darkness crawl

Imam Zaid Shakir

Source: http://www.newislamicdirections.com/nid/articles/our_hearts_are_calling/