✍🏽 POETRY VERSION

They took him while the dusk was folding.
No warrant. No charge. Just shadows holding.
A scream was swallowed before it soared—
Injustice doesn’t knock; it kicks the door.

The street remembers. The gravel knows.
Where the van stood still, and fear arose.
No badge. Just black. No sirens cried.
The Constitution flinched. The nation sighed.

Where did they take her? We do not know.
The CCTV forgets. The neighbors don’t show.
All that’s left is a room with air—
And a mother’s cry hangs in prayer.

Names erased before they bloomed.
From lecture halls and chatroom fumes.
Not criminals, not murderers—just minds.
They spoke. They questioned. They crossed a line.

And now we’re told to “wait and see,”
But the soil has learned to grieve silently.
Bodies return with truth sewn shut—
Autopsy reports are signed with a cut.

The law is not a book to burn.
It’s not for chairs of privilege to spurn.
It says: *You’re innocent ’til they prove you’re not,*
But they shoot first, then twist the plot.

Even police wear God’s breath, too.
And leaders bleed when time is through.
The court may stall, the state may lie—
But Heaven hears a vanished cry.

No badge can shield a guilty heart.
No rank erases the counterpart.
Of judgment cast by hands divine—
Every abduction will mark a line.

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.

You cannot silence every voice.
We multiply. You’ve made that choice.
For every one you try to kill,
Ten will stand. A hundred will.

One day you’ll stand—not in command—
But stripped, alone, without your brand.
And justice, calm, with trembling eyes,
Will read the names you tried to hide.

#WeAreTheVoicesLeftBehind
#ReclaimJusticeNow
#ConstitutionOverChaos
#BeforeGodAndCourt
#TheVanishedHaveNames
#RiseForTheSilent
#NotOneMoreAbduction

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