In the gentle cradle of the people’s voice,
Where dreams of justice find their way,
The echoes of history softly rejoice,
As democracy dawns in golden array.

A tapestry woven with hopes and dreams,
In colors of courage and shades of light,
Each thread a story, a vision that gleams,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

With every vote, a promise renewed,
A chance for the many to rise and speak,
In unity’s strength, our paths pursued,
For the power of the people is never weak.

Yet, in its beauty lies a fragile thread,
A call to nurture, to guard with care,
For democracy’s heart must be wisely led,
To flourish in freedom, just and fair.