#Truth Enchained

What words can serve, when clear to your eye,

That this poor world in sin's dim pall abides?

No soul attends the plaintive, whispered cry,

But gazes where consuming suffering presides.

The system's fetters, by brute force upheld,

Goodness finds scarcely a sanctuary's grace;

The humble heart, to nobler fate compelled,

Is scorned, condemned to silence's icy embrace.

They quench pure visions, with their fires arcane,

And shatter hope, to expedite their gain.

Why further speak? My friend, you know this bitter bane:

The truth-tellers, enchained, bereft of light's domain.

Their sole transgression: they embrace what's just,

While freedom's guerdon masks its obscured trace

-----Affaq