I was surfing the internet to find out more about Shaheed Baqir Al Sadr when i came across this poem The Birth Of A Martyr Ya Shaheeden, O’ most noble of men Your knowledge has become our knowledge And your pain is our pain You were killed defending the honor of this beautiful religion Who else could claim to be a son of Hussain? Struggle flows within your blood For after you Sayed Sadiq ascended to the skies above Blood spilled on the land that cradled the birth of our martyrs And because of you, with the struggle did we fall in love You told us to walk and we walked And yet today you are not walking with us You told us to resist and we resisted And yet you are not here to resist with us You told us to think and we thought And yet it matters not, for your thoughts live within us We believed he had killed the heart of Iraq The man who gave his life to stand We heard you had died but death did lie For who could kill the mind of a land? You who enlightened he who never met you The tear has been imprisoned upon the pages of your life For how could we cry when we read your story Tears do no justice to such a man We have become like the rifle in your hand We are the lions of that land And I am whatever your philosophy tells me I am O’ Baqir did you see him? Did you see him hang? Let it not be said that Iraq abandoned you By my Lord Baqir we have avenged you The lions of this land could not rest For we tied our ropes around that seemingly untouchable neck We took our revenge and from saddam our shackles were freed For you o’ Baqir we killed him For you O’ Baqir we killed Yazid Its quite beautiful :cry: