????????? the people of the boxes – Dawud Wharnsby Ali

???? : the people of the boxes

?????? : Dawud Wharnsby Ali

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There were once some people

Who all saw their lives like empty boxes

They looked around the world

Collecting up the things they liked.

They filled their lives and boxes

With the goodies that they gathered

And they all felt in control

Content and they all felt alright.

They climbed inside their boxes

They settled with their trinkets.

They neither looked nor learned much more

And closed their lids up tight.

Once they fastened up their boxes

They smiled there inside

And they all thought in their darkness

That the world was clear and bright.

But the world is not a box

There’s no lid no doors

No cardboard flaps or locks

And everything in nature

From the clouds to the rocks

Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man

It’s a piece of the peace of Islam.

Along came a wandering wiseman

Whispering such words of truth

He stumbled on these boxes

So separate side by side

He knocked upon the first one saying

Please come out and feel the day

An answer came from deep within

You’re not of us please go away

He approached the second box

And tapped twice on the lid saying

Peace to you inside

Shall I show you a new way

Someone peaked out from a crack and said

You may just have a point

But it’s so comfy in my box

In my box here I will stay

But the world is not a box

There is no lid, no doors

No cardboard flaps of locks

And everything in nature

From the clouds to the rocks

Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man

Is the piece of the peace of Islam

He stood before the final box

A hiding face peaked out to him

And much to his surprise

He said I recognise those eyes

I see you and you see me

Why not come out and be free

Faith and flowers wilt and die

If they are hidden from the sky.

Cause the world is not a box

There is no lid, no doors

No cardboard flaps of locks

And everything in nature

From the clouds to the rocks

Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man

Is the piece of the peace of Islam

Now the centuries lie between

All the prophets and you and I

Civilisations are born and die

Each and everyday

We see good and bad and happy, sad

And mad mistakes we wish we hadn’t made

In our attempt to try and live up to their ways

But if we hide ourselves away

Afraid to grow and learn

We might wake up in the flames

Of the ignorance that burns

And we’ll never be much more

Than only casualties of war

In a struggle we can’t win

If we have no faith to begin

We’ve got to tip the lid

And let some sunlight in

Cause the world is not a box

There is no lid, no doors

No cardboard flaps of locks

And everything in nature

From the clouds to the rocks

Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man

Is the piece of the peace of Islam.

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