Today I speak to you of a people whom they call barbaric. 

I am barbaric. 

In the break of dawn I wake up to the call of prayers

where water clothes my skin in layers 

I lay my mat to break the silence of the night, and began my day with a breath of gratitude.

 Is this a barbaric attitude? 

When did it become so wrong for mankind to be truthful? 

To remain humble and not speak of what’s unfaithful? 

Today you say that my veil imprisons me, 

But did your uniform suits ever free you? 

You rush every day to put an image to those who you claim will free you. 

As they enslave

 you

 day and night in cells you’ve built with your own hands. 

Still, you remain unsatisfied,

 connected to 

everything,

 yet 

nothing.

Did you forget who you are? 

Let me remind you of who we are. 

We the barbarians,

 who’s lands become your pool of 

blood. 

We, the barbarians, 

taught you how to respect your bodies even when they lay 

dead. 

To do good and be 

kind. 

To honor those around you and to heal your 

mind. 

We the barbarians,

 avoid the illusions of money and 

lust

We the barbarians make peace with the grounds that will turn us to

dust.