rise to the senses of your rights

to the injustice you witness

it is not the slavery era with mantra:

 " still tongue makes a wise head"



sitting quietly

is the reason we lost the path

reason for still waters

and roads ending in dead ends

reason for having

tyrants , lunatics, criminals as a leader



behind this short wall

underneath  this old blanket

on this torn carpet

hands of many heroes  grow strong

may be the time has come for 

" lions to  write history"



we can build pillars

beneath broken walls

under the broken bodies of poplar trees

there is not a road

 we cannot walk together

there is no final word

 we cannot say together

do not doubt that there is a hero

 sitting , in each one of us

waiting to rise



we know there were people

on this graveled roads

who reached to green plains

to the vastness of mountains


there were people

who walked with wounded feet

through the rough roads

to be able to defeat

the most power full criminals



if  we both rise 

everyone will rise

one hand has no voice


mahnaz badihian