In the heart of bustling streets, whispers softly cry,
Beneath the gaze of silent walls, shadows linger by.
Where voices are hushed in the roar of the everyday,
Discrimination breathes in spaces we cannot say.

Eyes avert from faces painted in stories untold,
Carrying burdens of bias, in a world so cold.
Yet, within the silent storm, courage dares to rise,
Breaking chains of prejudice, reaching for the skies.

In the quiet corners, dreams are woven with care,
Threads of hope and change, woven in the air.
Though the path is steep and the night is long,
Together we march, united and strong.

For every whispered word that fades into the night,
There blooms a voice of justice, a beacon of light.
In unity and love, we find the strength to see,
A world where all are equal, where hearts are truly free.