My Dream Of A Sacred World Poem by Mohammad Younus

Would that the world become a place where equality and justice are not mere ideals but the very essence of existence—a realm where the scales are never tipped by power or privilege. Where justice, like a steadfast guardian, shields humanity from the shadows of wrongdoing, creating a sanctuary where no crime takes root. Where the noblest among us are not adorned with wealth or status but with the treasures of knowledge and wisdom.

Let it be a world where the wise seek refuge only in truth, where clarity shines like a lantern in the dark, illuminating paths of righteousness. Let it not be a world where the foolish and ignorant drift blindly, seeking solace among traitors and thieves, mistaking their company for comfort. Instead, may it be a place where true happiness—lasting and pure—blossoms, where hearts beat in harmony, temperaments align, and souls recognize their reflections in each other.

Let it not be a world where the weight of governance rests upon the shoulders of oppressors, their tyranny sowing tears, cries, and wounds—where fertile lands are turned into deserts of despair by their cruelty. Yet, even amid such desolation, hope remains—a promise that justice, when upheld, can transform this earth into a haven where humanity thrives, where life is a joy worth living.

For where justice does not dwell, where fairness is a forgotten song, there is no society—only a wilderness, a savage jungle where chaos reigns and creatures devour one another without thought or mercy. Only justice can tame this chaos, transforming the savage into the civilized, the despairing into the hopeful, and the lost into the found.

Let us strive for that vision, for that sacred land, and make it our truth.

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