In silent streets where whispers roam,
A world apart, yet close to home.
The shadows cast by fear and hate,
Divide the hearts, fuel the debate.

A child stands with questioning eyes,
As dreams are lost beneath the skies.
The color of skin, the way we pray,
Should not define the love we say.

Voices rise like a stormy sea,
Demanding truth, demanding to be free.
In every word, in every cry,
A plea for justice, a call to try.

Yet hope remains in hearts so bold,
To break the chains, to change the old.
For in this fight, together we stand,
A brighter future, hand in hand.