Ode to the Vanguard

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They tell you peace—hollow and cold,
A unity forced, a brotherhood sold.
Yet what is peace if built on chains?
A silence kept to mask the pain.

No tyrant thrives without a creed,
No false messiah void of need.
They weaponize the ties that bind,
Turn love to leash, make truth go blind.

But stand, unyielding, sharp and wise,
See through the mask, unveil the lies.
Not all are foes who disagree,
Yet some wear peace to see you bleed.

Comrades forged in fire’s light,
Not words alone, but hearts in fight.
No blades are drawn, no guns take aim—
Yet war is waged in thought and name.

Boycott the hand that deals in chains,
Deny the crown its hollow gains.
Let commerce know where justice stands,
Let conscience rule the worker’s hands.

And when they call for quiet trust,
Remind them silence turns to rust.
For unity for unity's sake is not the goal,
But truth—unyielding, bright and whole.

Where once stood the free, now Mahmoud Khalil grieves,
His voice shackled, his rights deceived.
A state that fears the words of men,
Will break the law to silence them.

No writ of truth, no trial's breath,
Only shadows skirting death.
They twist the law, erase the plea,
To rule unbound by memory.

For justice dies when fear commands,
And power moves with lawless hands.
Yet still we stand, we speak, we see—
And in that light, the chains break free.

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