Month: July 2025

So hear us now.
We are not afraid.
We sing for those the dark betrayed.

For every name that didn’t return,
We light a candle. Let it burn.

Let it burn through fear and charades.
Let it ignite the slow, charred braids
Of justice crawling to the gate—
Because silence, too, can suffocate.

And when the people rise—unarmed,
With banners, voices, truth in hand—
They meet the boots, the batons, threats,
As if to speak was to offend.

But how do you kill a million minds?
A people’s will that will not fold?
Strike one down—ten more rise,
Spines carved from truths too old to hold.

Threats are rain upon scorched earth.
They water rage, not fear or retreat.
A leader who deafens his ears to pain
Will one day kneel in that same street.

Strength isn’t a steely facade. It’s a beating heart that still dares to beat when it’s already bruised. It’s the voice that whispers, “I can’t do this alone,” even when pride screams, “You must!”