ALBANIYYA

ALBANIYYA
By
Muhammad Mahmud Yarima


The serpent spat its saliva
On my only one dear Osama:
Commander of faith, scholar martyr.
The saliva impregnated
The big black barren cloud
Which sends deadly drizzle down
Pushing Albaney: Baba, behind bars.
Poor, petite, powerles I am,
If I am my powerful fearless pen
No one can come for the arrest at all.
Be brave, Albaney be brave!
Allah is your second as He’s the third
Of your Master Muhammad Rasulullahi
When in cave he’s with Abubakar.
Silent still some small mouths are;
My pen ‘ll talk, and yell and shout
Until free you are Baba Albaney.
Shredders to our DEEN they’ll never be
And to backslide we’ll never do.
So
Free! Free! Free!!
My only Spiritual Leader:
Allama Albaney Auwal Adam.