Abundance

This era is one of many words
Mouths like gaping holes unable to with hold
Thoughts, opinions, verses, speeches, prose
Encores without request
Everyone self satisfied that their public soliloquy is the best
Ya ani its a pretentious mess!
Still they strut around because no bigger mouth can be found

I dream of drifting back in time
Arab language in its prime
When men spoke words worth pausing for
With all their depth in language and culture
They couldn't produce even one like Al-kowther

Not works of soothsayers, poets, nor magicians
Truth that humbles its enemies into prostration
So read, in the name of your Lord
heed lest you bear a loss none can afford