Hear the chains.
Brutal shackles tortured pain.
Hear the weeping.
Know the names.
Written they upon the age.
Hear the voice!
Midst the sneers and satanic noise.
Deafened souls so bereft of joy.
Stolen mercy, love destroyed.
Zainab!
Felt the sting of the birth like throws.
From the tomb the heir arose.
From the cane his words were sown.
Sajjad…
Calls the souls on the frontiers.
Those who’ll weep for a thousand years.
Those of blood and lonely tears.
From the flames.
Comes a child beyond all blame.
The avenger of the shame.
The truth for every age.
Cold, cold world.
How you silence bold words.
How the banner never unfurled.
No song just a funeral dirge.
Would I burn?
Like a torch for those who would turn.
Do I pray, do I break and yearn?
Where do I take? Where do I learn?
Truth betrayed!
For a witness never made.
Sons of men left in dismay.
Hardened hearts judge with disdain.
Did they bleed?
For a selfish and chosen one creed.
To quench the flax and to bruise the reed.
Or did they rise for humanity’s need?
Asghar!
On the dust of Karbala.
Howled for the son who’s still afar.
Wept for the Ummah of Ashura.
Will we rise?
Tear the scales from of our eyes.
Rid our tongues of poisoned lies.
Call to God that love be revived.
Abbas!
Will we run to the river like he?
Bring the water of life and see.
How it can quench all humanity.
All must burn!
Every tent where sin sojourns.
Every home where oppression is learned.
Every prison where hopes interned.
Hold we!
To the rope of loyalty.
Twas the beauty that she did see.
In that remnant of piety.
Hussain!
Paves the path from that lonely plain.
Builds an army of holy faith.
That must rise and truth proclaim!
Raise your hand
Swear to God upon the sand
Teach us mercy to every land
Holy union, joyous band
