To the tyrant of the world

‎"Hey you, the unfair tyrants.
You the lovers of the darkness.
You the enemies of life.
You've made fun of innocent people's wounds; and your palm covered with their blood.
You kept walking while you were deforming the charm of existence and growing seeds of sadness in their land.

Wait, don't let the spring, the clearness of the sky and the shine of the morning light fool you.
Because the darkness, the thunder rumble and the blowing of the wind are coming toward you from the horizon.
Beware because there is a fire underneath the ash.

Who grows thorns will reap wounds.
You've taken off heads of people and the flowers of hope; and watered the cure of the sand with blood and tears until it was drunk.
The blood's river will sweep you away and you will be burned by the fiery storm."

- Abo Al Qassim Al Shabbi (Tunisian Poet)