See those paper? Those remnants of prayers
They were pulled from my shelf,
Torn from off the Golden Book I cherish.
They swirls and circling over my home ablaze.
I see you attempt to cease its dance
Running to capture that relic
Of my sacred loyalty.
Mad with frenzy anger
Your face distorted with heat.
They are not just paper, you see
Nor are they merely relics that
Emblem my undying identity
When this life you take from me,
When every atom in me dispersed as I perish
You will forever more breathe the particles of my immortal faith.
So, these words I pronounce to you,
To shake every cell in you and to remind you:
“Remember, I am a Baha'i!"
"Every atom in me are thus named! ”
