Where the Mind is Not without Fear

Where poets, activists, scholars, lawyers are threatened, the mind is not without fear and the head hangs in shame
Where knowledge is not free
Where the world has been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the surface of falsehood
Where tireless striving gets girdled with oppression
Where the clear stream of reason has lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led into the gloomy days of the past
Into ever-widening gulf between thought and action
Will my country wake up?

- Eisha