House Muslim

"There were two kinds of slaves, the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes - they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good because they ate his food - what he left. They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near the master; and they loved the master more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the master's house - quicker than the master would. If the master said, "We got a good house here," the house Negro would say, "Yeah, we got a good house here." Whenever the master said "we," he said "we." That's how you can tell a house Negro."

- Malcolm X

House Muslim

Sleeping with the devil is your dirty game
We know the arguments that you try to frame
To try and justify your traitorous name
Betrayal, treason, deception its all the same

You personify deceit with morals obsolete
You are incomplete, your insidious lust for wealth indiscrete
You’re a souless, tainted piece of meat
Who grew into a cancerous plague as you drank from your mothers teat
They say heaven lies at a mothers feet
But those like you would sell her blood while she’s fast asleep

Sleeping with the devil is your dirty game
We know the arguments that you try to frame
To try and justify your traitorous name
Betrayal, treason, deception its all the same

Your mentality is apparent, evidently transparent
You vote for racist conservatives who ignore the single parent
Who use fear and propaganda as an activist deterrent
Who cut social programs for upper class advancement
Who drop bombs on innocents due to religious commandment
Yet you support them to facilitate your business arrangement
You’re a political whore who works for capital attainment

Sleeping with the devil is your dirty game
We know the arguments that you try to frame
To try and justify your traitorous name
Betrayal, treason, deception its all the same

Yet you claim to be Islamic?
You’re a parasitic leach that enjoys relations symbiotic
You’re justifications are highly moronic
Change them from within? Your argument defies logic
You're already their monkey as they watch you frolic
They're influence over you is hypnotic
You must be taking crack and chronic as an antibiotic

Sleeping with the devil is your dirty game
We know the arguments that you try to frame
To try and justify your traitorous name
Betrayal, treason, deception its all the same

Posing with your Armani, Rolex watch, and Benz everyday
You’re image is faker than a Bollywood screenplay
You’re the topic of a 1200 word essay
About the scum that infests society today
So when you find yourself on your masters deathbed on your last day
Pray and say,
“May God help those who follow life my way” before you crumble into insignificant earthly clay.

Sleeping with the devil was your dirty game
We know the arguments that you tried to frame
To try and justify your traitorous name
Betrayal, treason, deception its all the same


Was it worth it?


-Aurangzeb Qureshi