Islam and America by Professor A.L.I.
When you silence me, you ignite the Bill of Rights,
When you stop me from practicing my faith,
You set the document aflame.
When you ban me, you shred the legends,
That this nation was once a haven,
For refugees of religion.
The ink of the pen of Jefferson,
Was enthused with his reading of my Holy Book,
As he framed the documents you prize.
The blood of Muslims deprived;
Chained souls in cargo holds,
Are tethered to this nation’s success.
Moorish treaties made this a country,
Through formal recognition,
Yet now their children are enslaved in prisons.
Ask the carcass of Hi Joly,
Or the remnants of Alexander Russell Webb,
Reminders of the American Islamic web.
Two sides, polarized, engage in civil warfare,
Like the 292 Muslims who fought,
In the Civil War, so we could be here.
Sadly, their names forgotten,
Like the Union porter Max Hassan,
Or Moses Osman, a ranking Captain.
A century old Muslim cemetery,
Look to Biddeford Maine,
Where the tombstones face Mecca.
The oldest mosque is rooted in Cedar Rapids,
Targets for bigotry, graffiti and fires,
Equal parts peace and tragic.
You honored Malcolm with a stamp,
But the stamp you gave on my passport,
Is a promise you’ve broken.
You shed tears for Muhammad Ali,
Yet you deny me,
For having the same beliefs.
No matter how you reclassify me,
I remain an American,
Who wishes you only PEACE.