In loving memory of human rights lawyer Khosrow Alikordi
Iran breathes deep in shadowed hues,
where Injustice holds its heavy chain,
Binding spirits, dimming views,
and hope becomes a whispered pain.
But hark! A stirring, strong and clear,
a call for balance; sharp and bright,
to dry the marginalized tear,
and bring the silenced into light.
Justice angel walks on the earth as a warrior bold
with eyes that hold the sun’s own fire
a story waiting to unfold,
fueled by a deep and unquenched desire.
Her armor forged from Truth’s own gleam,
her voice; a trumpet, clear and strong,
to break the mold, to shatter dream
of ancient wrongs that linger long.
For every door held shut by fear,
for every heart that knows despair,
she brings the promise, ever near,
a breath of freedom in the air.
With steady hand, she lifts the scales
to weigh the hidden and meet the need
until the day that wrongness fails,
and Love and Equity take seed.
