In shadows deep where whispers lie,
Bias spins its tangled thread.
Prejudice, a silent cry,
Stains the paths where angels tread.

A world unseen but felt so near,
Hearts are judged by colors worn.
Minds close tight in foolish fear,
Leaving souls to weep, forlorn.

Yet hope persists, a distant flame,
Shining through the darkest night.
Voices rise to clear the name,
Of those who’ve lived without the light.

So let us break this ancient chain,
And see beyond the veils we wear.
Embrace the love that can sustain,
A world reborn, both free and fair.