The Lesson of Divine Justice

O heedless one who turns from truth's decree,
Can you not see the wrath of eternity?
America, once proud in might and sway,
Now burns in the fire of its own astray.

Did you not see the tears of children fall,
In Palestine, where the stones heed the call?
Their laughter silenced, their dreams undone,
By hands that claimed to rise with the sun.

But God, the Ever-Watching, never sleeps,
He hears the cries, the soul that weeps.
In the Quran, His promise remains:
Oppressors shall taste the fire of their chains.

“Do they not see how We seize their land?
Bit by bit, at the touch of Our hand?”
The mightiest towers, the highest throne,
Shall crumble like dust before the stone.

Israel, you build with arrogance high,
But your steps are counted beneath the sky.
“For when the tyrants reach their peak,
Their fall is sudden, their strength grows weak.”

O America, your wealth has blinded your sight,
You fanned the flames of a child’s plight.
You armed the hand that destroyed their nest,
Now feel the heat where your fires rest.

Palestine’s soil, sanctified and blessed,
Will outlast the torment, will outlast the test.
For God's power shields the oppressed,
His justice reigns, His truth expressed.

“The truth has come, and falsehood has fled,”
So said the Quran; this path we tread.
Falsehood, though it rises, cannot endure,
For God’s promise is certain, His judgment sure.

O nations, beware, for time will reveal,
The wounds you ignored, the pain you conceal.
For each tear of a child, each mother’s cry,
Will call forth justice from the All-Seeing Eye.

Palestine, your steadfast heart shall stand,
Though foes encircle your sacred land.
And those who oppress, in their lofty state,
Shall taste the fall ordained by fate.

So remember, O world, the power of the Throne,
No might can challenge the One alone.
And Palestine’s cry shall echo on,
Till justice blooms with the breaking dawn.