Runaway Slaves

What has seduced you away, O Man, from your generous Lord?
Was it the material  wealth or the world itself you were planning to hoard?
You bargained your soul to quench your thirst from this finite well,
And ended up making a pact with the devil to enter the blazing hell.
The world was just a  plantation you were destined to toil in,
Obey your Lord most kind, be His slaves and then win.
Instead, you chose to be the runaway slaves of the Lord,
Deprived of the Light, in darkness, around your neck a cord,
Destined to be with the oppressors, the proud and the tall,
For it is true that pride will come before the fall.

(by Erum Rab)