Lord, God, thou sleepth not
Ye forgeth not, thy grace diminishth not
Nor doth silenth Ye keepth
The enemies of thy people swell
They but strangle thy people well
With rage and fury and pride
Outrageously with fury and pride
They laugh for the tears of thy people
As they bury their children with shroud
Against us they contrive
In secret places and open
Their plots and counsels deep
Into their treachery and Mock
Oh Lord of Strength and Might
With thy whirlwind and flood
With thy chasing tempest flow
Lord, God, fill them with shame in their chase
Asham'd and trouble let them be
Ever confounded and let them die
With troubled departed soul
And still with troubled abandoned corpse be
Then they shall but know
That thou art the most high
And thou the same one
Overall the earth over-rule
Ameen! Very nicely done, Jibo
I like it, Jibo.
@Ibro2g,
Welcome back.
Thanks, Ibro2g and Muhsin I urge you to take up the challenge and start writing poems.