We Kuffar

All these memories, although fading

Feed illusions of the lives we might have led

Not a moment's pause for purpose, lamentations

Nor a fear inside my head

I know it's faith that drives me

An unwavering faith that we'll not stand alone

And our forfeit for a future full of freedom

Of a life we might have known

Now adrift here in the silence

Metaphoric for the vast unknowns we face

The mirage is slowly fading

The horizon holds the fortunes we embrace

I know that I'm no hero, not a martyr

Just a servant of the will

For tomorrow's full of wonders

Humble graces that the blind may not fulfil

There was a time when this land was a beacon

The cradle of all things, you've wasted their gains

Beliefs to be built on, discoveries to dilate

Ideas are foundations, not crippling chains

This reckless divorce of compassion and reason

Of rational thinking, no harem awaits

And for your indifference, your indoctrinations

Immoral misleadings, our lives to the fates

Know this forever, that we were no martyrs

No god-fearing zealots, we fight for the truth

We're secular beings, more humbled by questions

Than outdated answers that mesmerise you

Dictate of faith, why must we live by your hand

Smug in your own sense of virtue, of reason, of grand

Defending faith as sacred and righteous and pure

Smokescreen for hate, for abuses, mistrust and allure

Spectate of faith, with silence of ghosts who foretell

Weather for fear of the vengeance induced by this spell

Defending faith as private, protected, divine

Sheltering fringes who honor their own lives like thine

Dictate of faith, we suffer your mindless decrees

Sure of your place in these fictions that bring men to knees

Defending faith, the will of the words you hold true

In time your edicts will unleash their wrath upon you

And lo, a light on, not so far away from Zion

In the land of the virile, the breeders and the heroes

The rains fall down, modern arms and aging thoughts collide

Drowned in the blood of holy rite

...And so we fight on

In the sands of the feral, the ciphers and the zeroes

In the grave passed down, in the storied bygones silence let survive

Drowned in the blood of holy rite

Your lease on faith is fleeting we believe

In freedom, justice fair, like you we need

Answers, consolations, but we feed

On wonder, life, how meaningless we seem

The universe is sranger still than we

The search for truth is motive 'nough for me

Now the light is slowly fading

We imagine in their eyes, we start to see