The Cloak of the Khalifah

These weary hands stitch,
Thread after thread,
With the tough hide of different nations,
The nationalistic hearts of a broken people,
The cloak of the khalifah,

There was a dream that was a whisper,
The rich shall help the poor,
Racism will be cured,
The family will be praised,
The princes and queens shall be raised,
The righteous shall not fear death,
When faced with adversity and injustice,
And the dreamed I embalm on it,
The cloak of the khalifah,

Evil men wish to tear,
Blinded by their greed and hate,
By deeds that have grown some weight,
Their eyes shielded by the light so bright,
And wish to blame their problems,
On that which can solve their plight,
And now they wish to wear,
The cloak I’ve been making with such care,
The cloak of my khalifah,

He shall wear it someday,
Perhaps with pride and strength he shall walk,
Perhaps someday he shall use it to hide his tears,
Perhaps he shall wear it and sit and bow to the most high,
Perhaps someday he shall caress it to remember his dream,
But until that day I shall wait and stitch for him,
To give to him with my smile,
The cloak to my beloved,
The cloak of my khalifah.