The weakest first, the strongest last

A day of Judgement in a past

Proclaimed it thus; and strength of fame

Is then denied; it matters whether, IF you tried

And then those still unjust or false

In the future, end of time

There will be none; their quest be done

And that unjust thing that in them cried,

"I'm evil!", this will be a sin

Expunged, or rather healed

The true strength makes itself a meal

To others; there is no line

Separating one Child from Another

Again I say, untrue, false fame

Is gone from one who learns the Name

Of God; but what is in a name?

Allah, Muhammed, Jesus, God…

Under feet of justice trod

All language that conveys not truth

For in the rich, renewing Youth

Of all, we see what's right and wrong

And in that time, we then are strong.

True strength is not a thing once won,

But often gained, though once begun.