That the Country is not the Foundation of the Ummah

Now Brotherhood has been cut to shreds That in the stead of Community The country has been given pride of place In men’s allegiance and constructive work; The Country is the darling of their hearts, And wide Humanity is whittled down Into dismembered tribes. Men thought to find Paradise in that miserable abode Of ruin where they made the peoples dwell. This tree has banished heaven from the world And borne for fruit the bitterness of war; Humanity is but a legend, man Become a stranger to his fellow-man. The spirit has departed from the flesh, Only the seven disjointed…