Al-Zalzala

The voice of a day
That in silence follows
The misdirections of clay
Watching it play to its woes

Vibrant warnings hang
A message pinned all around
In ignorance bite they their hand
Rather than listen to truth expound

Would that she could cry
And they hear her voice
Quit her her silent spy
Awaken her lost boys

Older she grow
Wretched bent three
Spinning to age old
Unheard her silent weep

Al-Zalzala
Will come the day
Your speech heard near and far
As witness to mankind's sway

Deeds unveiled
Virtuous or otherwise
An atom's weight
Your word would suffice

Patience
The promised day arrives
Written is the covenant
As sure as the sun will rise