THE TIME OF DOOM DRAWS NIGH

At last it has come about,
Muslim rulers enmeshed and trapped,
From all sides -- knocked out!
Be it Libya, be it Nigeria,
Bahrain, Egypt, Syria,
Sudan, Iran and Arabia.
This is, as predicted: the downfall,
By the wise ones of the Ummah*.
Ignominy and chastisement,
And then defaming devastation,
By the powers towering tall:
The enemies of God (Allah).
Wine, women, debauchery,
Horses, pleasure and luxury,
Topped up by corruption.
Blame no one but yourselves,
O you indolent rulers spread worldwide,
For the planned annihilation,
And the final destruction:
You deserve the extinction,
Awaiting you by time's huge tide.
O you pot-bellied so-called leaders!
Throw mud and shrivel in the dust,
For the love of worldly life and cheers;
How can the Almighty respond to you?
What prayer can ever rescue you?
You forgot the lessons of history,
And ensured its wrath and fury,
The fury that will soon gobble you all,
As your invaders write your downfall.
And evolve their own victory.
It would be better if a meteor or comet,
Strikes you, O sinning kings and dictators!
Or if the deserts surrounding your castles,
Wipe you out at the momentous hour,
Even from your highest inglorious towers!
While sparing the ones you exploited,
Just to cling on to your lustful pleasures.
You are already trembling and crumbling,
Crying and pleading like beggars,
To those cornering you from outside --
The alien and cunning but mighty leaders --
To save you and your thrones and crowns,
From the mighty wave of your own poor.
Your time to reap what you sowed has come,
So, hearken, if you can, back to wisdom,
But you cannot...there's no will or power,
To save you from your final outcome,
Which is nothing else but extermination.
Be engrossed in the dens of Las Vegas,
Or in Derby with your thoroughbred horses,
While the tsunami of the sins you earned,
Swallows you forever along with your vices.
I envision this as you build towers, sky-high,
Your hour of doom keeps drawing nigh...
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on the 26th of September, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired after analysing the sorry state of affairs gripping the Muslim countries of the world, especially those ruled by corrupt and indolent, womanising, gambling, and pleasure-loving despots and dictators, exploiting the thousands of poverty-ridden miserable masses, moaning and groaning under their injustices and power-hungry lust for power...which they think -- wrongfully -- will last forever. I bear no animosity against anybody or any particular ruler or leader. What I have expressed in this poem is what I envision for history erases the sinners and its proofs are indelibly visible in the ruins spread all across the continents, above and beneath the seas, the deserts and the castles buried under the wilderness everywhere. This poem can also be taken as a warning too -- to all those who are still power hungry, greedy and love to kill and maim the downtrodden and the poor they claim to rule. As Rudyard Kipling said: "The mills of God grind slowly but they grind exceedingly well"...so it will be unless common sense and humility prevails in the castles and fortresses of those who call themselves rulers of the Muslim Ummah* --Ummah means "nation" in Arabic, Persian and Urdu.

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