Divine Retribution

Proportionate response we hear,
While smell of burnt is still in the air,
Charred skin and bones and infant hair,
Hyenas cackled in their labyrinthine lair.

Twisted flesh, blood drawn, spilled,
Unwitting girls defiled, then killed.
Degenerates laughed while taking turns,
Set ablaze all, danced while it burns.

Debasing helpless spawned jubilation,
Such are the morals of this immoral nation.
Those still alive, dirtied, paraded.
Some kept in bondage, others beheaded.

For human beings, this cannot stand,
Defend own people, in Fathers' land.
No cost too high, or chasm too low,
To Divine justice mete and bestow.

Oh scores must surely now be settled.
Such sickness cured, indeed prevented.
Hammer of God, it must come down,
In spite of all the devils' frowns.
An eye, a tooth, crime's payment in full,
No retribution is deemed too cruel.