The Media’s Veil of Lies

They paint the world in black and white,

A twisted tale, a poisoned sight.

Through screens and papers, loud and bold,

A story false, a tale retold.

They speak of terror, swords, and fire,

But never of the heart’s desire.

The peace we preach, the love we share,

Is buried deep beneath their glare.

A billion voices strong and bright,

Yet drowned beneath their blinding light.

They take a word, they twist its sound,

And spread their lies all year around.

They do not hear the mother’s plea,

Who prays at night upon her knee.

They do not see the hands that give,

Or know the way in which we live.

The mosque that stands in morning’s glow,

With love and peace its walls do show.

The child who learns to bow and pray,

And walk in light each blessed day.

Yet still they draw with crimson ink,

A tale so dark they’d have you think—

That faith is chains, that faith is fear,

That love is lost when we come near.

But truth is strong, it does not fade,

No matter how their lies are made.

The Quran sings, the hearts still shine,

With mercy vast and love divine.

So let them shout, let them deceive,

Our hearts will hold what we believe.

For justice lives, and truth will rise,

Beyond the media’s veil of lies.

A billion voices strong and bright,

Yet drowned beneath their blinding light.

They take a word, they twist its sound,

And spread their lies all year around.

They do not hear the mother’s plea,

Who prays at night upon her knee.

They do not see the hands that give,

Or know the way in which we live.

The mosque that stands in morning’s glow,

With love and peace its walls do show.

The child who learns to bow and pray,

And walk in light each blessed day.

Yet still they draw with crimson ink,

A tale so dark they’d have you think—

That faith is chains, that faith is fear,

That love is lost when we come near.

They show the bombs, they show the cries,

But not the hands that wipe the eyes.

Not the kindness, not the grace,

Not the smiles on a mother’s face.

They speak of war, they speak of hate,

But never of a kinder fate.

The ones who feed, the ones who heal,

The faith that teaches hearts to feel.

But truth is strong, it does not fade,

No matter how their lies are made.

The Quran sings, the hearts still shine,

With mercy vast and love divine.

So let them shout, let them deceive,

Our hearts will hold what we believe.

For justice lives, and truth will rise,

Beyond the media’s veil of lies.

And one bright day, the world will see,

That Islam stands for peace, not tyranny.

The veil will fall, the truth will shine,

For love and faith are both divine.