What Can You Gain From Pity Or Console? Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Dear domina in tears, you do bewail your fate
In empire where injustice holds the reigns,
Where honor's sold to bidders in the state,
And wisdom's voice is stifled in its chains.
Your shattered windows, doors in disarray,
Do testify to sorrow's cruel control.
Dear domina, rise up and gather all the fray,
What can you gain from pity or console?
When riches overrule the wise and just,
And justice turns to merchandise of gold,
The voice of right is silenced in the dust,
As sordid interests all your hopes enfold.
Dear domina, arise and save your bitter tears,
For in your strength alone lie brighter years.