Iran UPR

O' faithful seekers, gather near and hear,

The tale of those who face oppression's fear.

In Iran, where injustice reigns supreme,

The Bahá'ís endure a harrowing dream.

Their very existence, a threat to the state,

Stripped of rights, they face a cruel fate.

Denied education, their minds left to roam,

Robbed of homes, their lives a constant foam.

Yet, in their hearts, a flame of hope still burns,

As the world's gaze upon their plight turns.

From Geneva's halls, a chorus of concern,

Urging Iran, its ways to swiftly learn.

"Cease the persecution, let freedom reign,"

Cry the nations, their voices ringing plain.

"Protect the Bahá'ís, ensure their rights,

Lest your soul be consumed by eternal blight."

But the tyrants, deaf to the world's demand,

Tighten their grip, a merciless hand.

"Genocide," they whisper, a chilling creed,

Fueling the flames that on the Bahá'ís feed.

O' Iran, awake from this slumber of hate,

Embrace the light, before it is too late.

For in the Bahá'ís, a truth divine resides,

A path to peace, where love and justice abide.

Let your heart be softened, your mind be free,

And the Bahá'ís shall find their liberty.

Only then, shall your nation truly thrive,

In the embrace of the divine.