8. Ode to Flood
By JH Sayyar
The Great Equalizer
1
O roaring flood! Thou untamed tide,
From mountain’s brow to delta wide,
Break forth with wrath, with thunder’s sound,
And tear the palaces to ground!
No more shall gold in silence sleep
While mothers starve and orphans weep
2
O waters wild! Rise up, arise!
Drown out the lies, unmask disguise
Where judges feed on bribes and pride,
Where generals in mansions hide,
Where rulers toast with foreign wine
While beggars rot in hunger's line.
3
Let not the tyrant's tower stand,
Let wealth ill-got return to sand,
Let mighty gates be swept away
Where justice once forgot the way
O Flood, thy wave is fierce and wide
Be now the voice the poor denied.
4
The cry of barefoot children calls,
From alleys dark to crumbling walls
They seek not vengeance, but their bread,
Yet still their hopes are shot and bled.
So cleanse the land with righteous storm,
Undo the thief in robed form.
5
O heavy flood! Be not but grief,
But bring to starving hearts relief
Wash clean the soil with sacred tears,
And plant new dreams where rot appears.
Let truth and mercy take their place
When floods have swept the thrones of waste
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