3. Ode to the Sun Rising
By JH Sayyar
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O sun! Thou golden eye of morn, arise!
Break through the smog of traitors’ veiled disguise.
Thy fire once kissed our hills with prideful light,
Now shadows dine on truth and choke the right.
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Once bloomed this land with honor in its veins,
Now rot and rust infest her sacred plains.
The courts have sold their gavel for gold rings,
The generals bow to thrones of petty kings.
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The ink of scribes is bought with bloodied coin,
Their tongues, once swords, now serpents that enjoin.
The cry of poor is drowned in power’s feast,
The strong grow fat while justice is deceased.
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Yet still, O Sun, return with blinding flame,
Burn through the lies, call tyrants out by name!
Awake the hearts grown dull in fear and dust,
And stir the youth to rise, rebuild, and trust.
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The fields may fall, the rivers choked with brine,
But dawn will come, and stars will realign.
For light, though dimmed, cannot be bought or sold
It rises still, defiant, proud, and bold.
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So shine, great orb, on kaws and cause alike,
Let every wronged soul see thy morning strike.
The land is bruised, but not beyond repair
The sun will rise again, and truth lay bare.
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