#Echoes of Treason#

[نورالدين بليغ]

#Echoes of Treason#

Oh, Doha of the palms, oh Qatar, your time has come,
To stand on the stage of a bitter, broken rum.
Your sovereignty is shamed on your own land's floor,
A palace of glass, now shattered by a fiery downpour.

They no longer need a homeland to rain down their hate,
The whole Arab world has become their fate.
Their bullets know no borders, no line they won't cross,
In Lebanon, Yemen, and Syria, they've wrought endless loss.

Their swords once carved necks, a bloody, cruel design,
Now they've come to end the game in the garden of the divine.
Oh Qatar, broker of roses and of thorns,
You offered a golden sacrifice for what your heart yearns.

Deep within you, the great American dragon lies,
Watching as Zionist planes burn the covenant before your very eyes.
This deceit is no coincidence, no madman’s game,
But a calculated decision, sealed by a treacherous flame.

It's a blank sheet of paper, a document of lies,
On which Netanyahu writes, and Trump signs with Arab blood cries.
I don't know, my friend, is it a blank check to be cashed,
Or a sword hanging over an entire nation, brutally slashed?

A people sold like sheep for a handful of silver and gold,
While Netanyahu wants no peace, no story to be told.
He wants no Palestinian child to sleep safe and sound,
Only a barren, parched earth, a desert on holy ground.

He wants to uproot a people, to scatter them far and wide,
To build an ancient dream on the blood they tried to hide.
Oh Arabs, you who follow a shadow's deceitful plea,
We now know that those who seek refuge in the U.S. will see,

They are just a naked body, receiving blow after cruel blow,
Claiming that treason is the only protection they know.
There is no good in one who turns his back on the beast,
And welcomes the wolves to feast.

Oh Doha of the palms, oh Qatar, a search for your dignity,
For love is not a treaty to be sold, you see.
Peace is not a commodity, bought with a promise of peace,
A nation bleeds from betrayal, a silent, painful release.

Your enemy only understands the language of might,
And a steadfast resistance that teaches them what is right.
So beware, beware, of a hand that does not give a warm embrace,
But holds a gun, ready to shoot you in the face.

#Nour Eddine Baligh#
09/09/2025.