Haven't we lost our mystic values

Oh, hear my ballad's gentle, flowing strain,

A melody that echoes the ages past,

Recalling sunlit memories, once so plain,

Amidst the stormy seas of uncertainty vast.

In this era, where fear and doubt hold sway,

Where hatred's fires consume with fervent rage,

Let us pause and ponder on a brighter day,

And strive to break free from this relentless cage.

For in the depths of our collective soul,

Lies dormant the seeds of virtue and grace,

Though buried 'neath the weight of greed's control,

Their whispered call we still may embrace.

Let us heed the call of truth's clarion cry,

And cast aside the shackles of despair,

With hope as our beacon, we'll ascend on high,

And therefore find redemption in the healing air.

So let this ode be sung, a hymn of light,

To guide us through the darkness of the night.

Poet Affaq