Observe the world, what unfolds before your sight,
False accusations, wrongs in broad daylight
A guidance void in lives that roam,
Cries unheard in this vast, chaotic dome
Do you see the signs, feel the tremors below?
Earthquakes rise, as uncertainties grow
Wine lines shelves in every store,
Time slips away, a swift encore
Years morph into months, and months into days,
Greenery sprouts in Arabia's desert haze
Yet, as signs converge, panic may sear,
Do you fear death when the trumpet draws near?
The deceiving Messiah may lead astray,
Questions arise in the disarray
Run in fear or stand firm in belief,
Nearer each sign, causing heartache and grief
"Return to your Lord," Allah's voice echoes clear,
People scream in distress, held captive by fear.
Again, "Return to your Lord," the plea resounds,
Repent for your sins on holy grounds.
Guidance awaits from the merciful, forgiving divine,
As days pass, the signs intertwine
Survival questioned as fires may descend,
In Yemen's realm, signs portend the end
Amidst the chaos, seek Allah's grace,
For in repentance, find a sacred space
As the Final Day looms, a specter in the distance,
Will you endure, standing strong in your persistence?