955. O restless youth, with fire in your veins,

SONNET 955
By JH Sayyar
O restless youth, with fire in your veins,
Why bow to crowns of iron, forged in lies?
Must silence reign, justice wears its chains,
And tyrants feast beneath the darkened skies?
The age of whispers dies where truth is born,
From dormancy rise, like tempests in the spring;
Let banners blaze and trumpets shout the scorn
Of souls who will not kneel to any cruel king.
Let not their prisons bind your dreaming will,
Nor fear unmakes the courage in your hand;
The mountains move when hearts refuse to still
A single voice can shake the scepter's stand.

So do rise, and turn the Empire on its head—
Where youth has marched, the fears have fled.