What One Might Call Poetic Justice

In October 2000, Spain’s Prime Minister, José Aznar, traveled to Tehran to meet Ali Khamenei, the Supreme Leader of Iran.
Aznar entered the meeting room- a spacious hall adorned wall to wall with magnificent Persian carpets. Yet to his surprise, Khamenei was not seated where the talks were to be held. Instead, he stood off to the side, calmly preparing tea for himself.
Aznar approached and stood nearby. Noticing that Khamenei seemed unhurried and absorbed in stirring his cup, Aznar attempted to break the silence.
“Sir,” he asked, “what is Iran’s national agenda?”

Khamenei offered no reply. He continued stirring his tea.
Assuming his question had not been direct enough, Aznar tried again:
“Sir, when you wake up in the morning, what is the very first thing you think about?” Without lifting his gaze, and without pausing his slow circular motion of the spoon, Khamenei answered plainly:
“To eliminate Israel - to destroy Israel.” Nearly a quarter of a century has passed.

And that same enemy who began each morning with a vision of Israel’s destruction was himself eliminated by Israel.
This is what one might call poetic justice.
That's how all those things are are! A case of what you want to make happen to others happen to you.