I Bring Not Thy Peace But Thy Sword



I bring not thy peace but thy sword;

for God’s will is his way.

The devil may reap his rewards

but in the end will join them.

There will be shadows in light

but wills of darkness condemns

them in  barrows  where they

will stay,

to rot and fade away

until the end of days,

When legends are forgot

and lore becomes a myth

Good lives on

in the heart of pure warriors

who fought Evil in its highest

True light shall prevail

in face of battle

100 can overcome 1,000

If courageous and fearless stand

facing the same Shadows

that once in darkness dwelled

let them not cross the light

that hides their true form

for if they hide they will

never be found

fading into other forms

poseurs of Peace and Love

with faces hateful and grim

no one will want to judge them

and “hurt” their little whims.

But instead we feed them

and we let them grow

and in the end we’re left

with hard fists and no risks

So in closing destroy Evil in its wake

and let say what they will…

Because Evil knows no compromise

and like dreams of devils in paradise

they are not here to stay.



*History note*: The image I chose is of Imam Ali’s Sword Zhul-Fekar (its name). This sword has never come down on an innocent men and has never been used in anger, It has only been used to fight in Gods name and nothing else, For a tool of war it is the purest weapon in history. The last battle that Zhul-fekar was seen in  is the Battle of Karbala, it was used by the Imam Hussien( a.s),passed down to him from his brother Imam Hassan (a.s)  from their Father Imam Ali (a.s) after their murders. Zhul-Fekar disappeared after Karbala and no one claims to have looted it,(they would have loved to boast about claiming it as a booty of war) It is believed that  it will resurface with our 12th Imam, Imam Mahdi (a.a.f).



I wrote this poem after I visited Jonny Coyote‘s blog and read his beautiful poetry! Thank you for sharing and inspiring me.

To Johnny Coyote who in my imagination is a cowboy Stetson and spurs included

forgive my wild imagination Johnny and accept this poem as a peace-offering 🙂


Never to men

French tribute to the American soldier ww2
French tribute to the American soldier ww2 (Photo credit: Za Rodinu)

Whose heads

Held high

Filled with

Glory and pride

for all the tears they fought

for all the battles they cried

for every little in-between

that was never  known

or even seen

For all the days

Unaccounted for

For the nights

Hidden behind

An empty door


Never to the brave

Who fell with honor

Never to the strong

How stood

With horror


will you be forgotten


Will you be taken for granted


Will you be unloved

You battle because you have to

You battle for what you believe in

You battle for what is just

You believe in peace

And hope no child

Hurts like you do

But remember that

no matter what

you are not alone

And like the light that stands

At harbor

Your light will glow

No matter the storm

Nor fog or snow

Your light will shine

And with privilege be shown.