In the midnight of our nation’s soul,
When freedom’s light begins to wane,
The iron fist comes to control,
Our cries of liberty in vain.

The streets are silenced, voices hushed,
Beneath the heavy hand’s decree,
Dreams of freedom quickly crushed,
In the name of order and decree.

The whispers of dissent now fade,
As fear becomes the common tongue,
In shadows deep, where hopes evade,
And justice’s song remains unsung.

Yet in the hearts of those who yearn,
A flicker of rebellion stays,
For even in the darkest turn,
The dawn will come to light our days.