Those Who Are Awake

There is a morning call to prayer in "The-Religion-Of-Peace" toward every Muslim,
and there is a mourning call to action for those who are awake concerning them.
For those who are awake are not the ones dividing humanity into "acceptable" or not,
but rather the supremacist assertions of Qur'an, Hadith, Sunna, Shari'a, and Jihad.
Those who are awake may counter absurd accusations with absurd reflections,
of "Islamophobic" with "Kafirophobic" or "Islamophile" - to gage the reactions.
But more important still, is undistracted attention on being awake, staying awake.
Even friends may leave, or at least stop visiting.  Pressure to stop, or to fake,
gentle, soft or solid pressure, social or official pressure, media's manipulations
reassure and reassure, contradictions stir, dumbing-down desired for elite's machinations.

Those who are awake owe themselves the honesty, the respect and sovereignty
to think and reflect, include or reject, independent of the stream of the majority.
They owe this to their spouses, partners, children, and what loved ones look to them
for the one sign of integrity in the grave and testing time ahead, not far, that time.
Those awake will learn to feed their wakefulness, strengthen nerves, straighten spines,
give time to prayer, defense and meditation, inform oneself and others, read the signs.
To stand reverently firm and say yes when yes is required, and no when it's no -
this is how those awake recognize and see, the objective compassion to know
where the Zeitgeist is heading and how to respond with courage and faith.
Those who are awake are indifferent to being jeered, cheered or falling from grace.

For only those awake know really what's at stake.

Dear Gutmensch Set Against Me:

I hear your words so unconvincing,
I merely view them in their place.
Behind them all, I'll tell you without wincing:
I hear Cowardice screaming in my face.

For all that's Islamic you've intransigent sympathy -
unconsciously Stockholm-Syndromatic:
For no non-Muslims, nor its victims, you've the least empathy -
For you that'd only be "Islamophobic."

Each makes a choice between the one or the other,
Defining plainly one's character and action:
Empathy or Comfort-zone, and frankly whether
You've even ever grasped real Compassion.

The Zeitgeist pulls and manipulates,
It draws you into its pernicious slumber.
You buy the dope daily, till it's too late:
Proving after all, you're just another number.

Don't Let Them Name You

God alone knows your real name, 
don't let the ignorant name you.

If you are critical, non-appeasing and awake,
don't accept the mantle of "Islamophobic,"
tell them who would name you: that you are "kuffar"–
it's more honest, and exposes their own game

of card stacking, of dice loading, of branding you
intolerant, negative, populist, a public danger –
when you've confronted them on just that and more –
of projecting their venom and their bigotry on you.

Cheer up, stand straight, look ahead;
go into your love, stay there in your love;
their aggression will test your resolve;
relax in your Infinity, this love is far far older.