In the heart of freedom’s fragile dance,
Where voices rise and hearts take stance,
Democracy’s light begins to gleam,
A hopeful, yet precarious dream.

Whispers of justice fill the air,
As people gather, unaware,
That power’s delicate, transient grace,
Can fade away without a trace.

In unity, they find their strength,
To challenge wrongs and go the length,
For in their hands, the future lies,
A tapestry of endless skies.

But vigilance must be their guide,
To keep the light from dimming wide,
For democracy, a precious art,
Lives within each beating heart.