1009. O Muslims! Rise with Iron Hands of Might

SONNET 1009
By JH Sayyar
O Muslims! Rise with iron hands of will,
To break the chains that binds hearts in grief;
Let steadfast truth the tyrant’s power still,
And righteous light bring darkened days’ relief.
No sword needs; strike where unity is flame,
No blood is spilt where courage speaks as fire;
Let justice march, unbending in its aim,
And lift the world to heights that all admire.
The walls of falsehood crumble at the cry
Of those who stand, unshaken, side by side;
No crown of lies can rule when hearts defy,
And truth’s own banner is the people’s guide.

So wield your iron hands in noble strife,
To guard the sacred mosques, to honor life