A blistering critique of moral decay in the society’s elites, and the ultimate certainty of divine or moral justice.
Tyrants;
Murder, their pastime,
Genocide, their game.
Preachers;
Masks upon mask,
Speak one and do another.
Trade the Lord for the gold,
And parrot tales old.
Artists;
Backstab their buddies,
Rushing to the frontstage.
Poets;
Raise slogans noble, great,
Resting on the couch, sweet.
Merchants;
Profit, their only creed,
Greed, their belly-feed.
How do they sleep at night,
Do their conscience not fight?
Remember this for good,
Remember to not forget:
Not forever will they get away,
Not forever will justice be shy.
Nov 20, 2025 | Jumada al-Awwal 29, 1447
Summary
The poem focuses on the profound ethical failure of various groups—Tyrants, Preachers, Artists, Poets, and Merchants—who operate under a façade of respectability while prioritizing self-interest, profit, and fame over truth and justice. The core message is a warning that these actions will not escape judgment forever.