Come to us

 

.

As the dark night lingers

A rain of cries is heard 

Broken hands point fingers

That pierce my lone heart

 

They tremble, cannot rest

With our innocent blood

As we hold our bruised chest

Behind pillars of wood

 

But will the day arise

If trees along the road

Are our only guards wise

When help waits abroad?

 

May the people that fights

Hear a great thunder coming

To fulfull its dear plights

Eagles, lions soon roaring

 

Help us, western King!

Give us wings to be free

Reach out, we are praying

For the dawn soon to see

 

Help will come from God

And from those who obey

His good light, his fiery rod

That will bless our new day

 

The people bleed, come now !

Our hearts hold you so dear

If poets afar weep in sorrow

Our cries, our hopes you’ll hear

 

 

For the Persian Youth, seeking rescue and hope

Dimitri Arnauts, on 9 January 2026