By JH Sayyar
I walk through prison’s gate with head; high,
Yes! No iron bars can chain the truth I bear.
Alas! You all shiver at the storm I do signify
The voice of millions rising in the cool air
Your towers tremble, built on dust and lies,
Each lock you turn unveils your hidden dread.
For in these walls, though freedom outward dies,
The soul of justice wakes and the marches red
Ah! I fear not jail, for I have dared to dream
A nation strong, with honor as its crown
While you, in courts of shadows, plot and scheme,
Will one day face the truth that hunts you down?
So let them bind my limbs, but not my flame
The people's hearts still thunder with my name.
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