In the realm where ummah once stood,
A single body, united and good.
Brotherhood flowed, like rivers divine,
Bound by faith, a sacred line.

But alas, the tides did change,
Borders rose, nations estrange.
Blood spilled like water, brethren lost,
A unity shattered, a terrible cost.

How did we stray from the path,
One ummah’s love, replaced by wrath?
Nations divided, hearts grown cold,
A tale of sorrow, yet to be told.

We stand and watch with folded hands,
As evil spreads across the lands.
Atrocities committed, silence prevails,
The ummah weakened, as darkness trails.

O Rulers of the Land, where lies your voice?
Years on the throne, yet silence by choice.
To speak against injustice, heed righteousness’ call,
For justice, unity, prosperity for all.

Tawheed forgotten, a distant dream,
A fractured ummah, it would seem.
Hardened hearts witness the pain,
Genocide’s echo, a haunting refrain.

How many days shall we spectate,
As the ummah’s fate continues to oscillate?
Dead children, weeping women’s cries,
Yet the shackles of slavery still ties.

In the face of injustice, we remain still,
A test of faith, a bitter pill.
Untangling the shackles, breaking free,
Requires courage, unity, and empathy.

Why and how have we come to this?
A question lingers, a painful abyss.
Let us rise, reclaim what’s lost,
Healing the ummah, no matter the cost.