The people of , 'Ad',
Lived many years',
In the windswept hills',
Between Yemen and Omen,
They did thrive.
Well built,
And skilled in craftsmanship,
Of lofty buildings' they did erect,
And towers' standing tall,
For all the outside people to witness,
Their unholy ways',
Their unholy call,
They did abandon,
Allah; as one for all.
They; with wealth built up high,
Was the first amongst the nations',
Not to shed any tears',
Arrogances', they did not fear.
Power did they hold,
Boastful, political powers',
Did their hands' hold,
Unjust rulers' of who,
Nothing and no response,
Was ever told,
So their welcome gate,
Did turn cold.
From poor men,
They did come,
Before they turned away,
Leaving the unholy path,
To follow their own set tasks'.
The people of , 'Ad',
Was not, unsound,
To the call of God' s holy path,
They lived not in ignorance of the existance,
Of Allah,
What they refused,
By their own admission,
Was to worship him alone.
The people,
Mixed up God's holy throne,
They relinquished his justice,
Of the unseen,
From a hidden screen,
They held on tight,
To idolatry,
Of dolls,
And statues' seen.
A major sin,
That God,
Is so harsh,
If you follow the peoples' wrong ways',
Of the past.
Allah,
Wanted to set the people right,
For many of them,
Had followed their linage,
Of parental guidance,
So; to bring about Godly justice,
The prophet Hud was sent,
Upon the people,
A call, to a holy mass, of repent.
Hud, a holy man,
Did he stand,
Amongst the people,
Of the arrogance brand,
A noble man,
Who, in his tasks',
Showed apparent,
Patience still, and diplomacy,
Of tolerance,
He was of the prophetic brand,
To make a holy stand.
Hud; was from the prophetic brand,
A linage, inherited from Noah's stand.
He was from a valley,
Stretching forth into the sea,
Mughiith,
Was it's name.
As time went on,
And accounts' were drawn,
It was told,
Without evidence strong,
Hud was the first from,
The prophetic line,
To utter Arabic rhythm,
But the accounts' have been told,
That the true Arabic rhythm,
Did extend before that time,
To Noah,
Or even our, Forefather Adam.
Of what is sounding right,
All language stemming from the pure,
Untainted verse,
Make your comparisons',
They are surly heard.
( For french sounds' like English told,
And English is from Latin,
Of Hebrew, old.
Chinese and Japanese use pictures', relating to stories of the mind,
A sure, holy twist,
The shaytan, loves' to mix.
Music has rhythm like that of the first language told,
A twist, from the jinn,
Who does like to mix,
To take away remembrances' from God's intent,
To have all his worshipers' in heaven,
A gift sent.
Latin is, of the music line,
A rhythm, a twist of the language first sent,
Thus people used it for repent,
Where has this extent, led too,
Adultery crime,
And other languages' too,
Can have comparisons' made.
For the shaytan has distorted the original days', of worshipers', sent,
Adam and Eve.)
Who was thrown clear from the days'
Of paradise ways',
By the clear shaytan call,
To disturb, the third creation of life,
Before us, came the Angels',
And the Jinn,
We came last,
Upon the godly path,
And Jealousy arose,
And the shaytan conspired,
To outcast, Adam and Eve,
From God's holy path.
He succeeded,
In paradise,
Did he whisper to them both,
Causing them, to be admonished to the Earth,
So Imagine the unhealthy hurt that he can whisper,
To the offspring, of our first mother and father,
Adam and Eve.
Who was created from our, heavenly father.
Metaphorically.
To be continued
