Speak
By Faiz Ahmed
Speak, your lips are free.
Speak,it is your own tongue.
Speak, it is your own body.
Speak,your life is still yours.
See how in the blacksmith’s shop
The flames burn wild,the iron glows red;
The locks open their jaws,
And every chain begins to break.
Speak, this brief hour is long enough
Before the death of body and tongue;
Speak, ‘cause the truth is not dead yet,
Speak, Speak, whatever you must speak
