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.
