In the darkened fields where shadows lie,
Souls weep in chains, under a ruthless sky.
Dreams are stifled, hope’s a distant cry,
Yet still, they yearn for wings to fly.

Beneath the moon’s cold, unyielding glare,
Whips crack the silence, hearts stripped bare.
Voices tethered in despair’s snare,
They hold on, for justice’s prayer.

Each dawn brings the same cruel plight,
Hands that toil from morning to night.
Eyes that search for a flicker of light,
In a world where wrong hides from right.

Oh, how they dream of breaking free,
Of tasting the air of liberty.
To live a life of dignity,
And write their own history.