Knells of blood fill the plain
From deserts to coasts tears rain
Red and fierce with drops of pain
For a loss they made our gain

Bubbles of haloes float over you
Each breaking into a crimson hue
To lit Karbala in our hearts, true
Throbbing with your love anew

Oh Hussein
Master of martyrs
Ashura remains brightly dark
As the world gropes without your head

Written by: Aminu S Muhammad
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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