In the shadows of the night, we stand still,
Voices hushed, hearts beating with a chill,
Under the iron grip of martial law,
Freedom’s light seems distant and raw.

Streets once alive now silent as a grave,
Dreams confined to the brave,
Eyes watchful, searching for a spark,
In a world enveloped by the dark.

Whispers of hope, though faint they may be,
Ripple through the hearts yearning to be free,
Courage blooms in the unseen cracks,
As the dawn prepares for its comeback.

Together we stand, though apart we seem,
In unity, we find our gleam,
Through the shadows, we pave our way,
For the promise of a brighter day.