And should they shun you, or deny your claim,
Or rain their fire, or sever limb from limb,
Yet find you not in scales of justice true,
Or burden you with deeds of darkened hue,
Should they cloak you in the silk of night's own sky,
Or grant you dreams where peace and slumber lie,
Stand firm and keep your head high.
For all beneath the mantle of pure right is but a stain,
And he who shuns the fight for freedom bears the mark of Cain.
Turn away from the heavens and the ancient earth, to every dawn and every setting sun,
Turn away from crowded halls and city spires, where empty words are spun.
For now's the moment,
Here's the place,
These are the virtues that are found
Stride forth, child of Canaan
Draw your sword
Hold your ground
The Poems on this web-site are written by Dyab Abou Jahjah