In the silent streets where whispers fade,
Shadows cast by power’s parade,
Beneath the curfew’s watchful eye,
Hope and fear both learn to lie.

Echoes of freedom, distant and frail,
As voices falter, hearts unveil,
The weight of silence, heavy and vast,
Dreams of tomorrow chained to the past.

In the cloak of night, courage stirs,
A flicker of light in the darkness blurs,
Through the veil of imposed might,
Resilience awakens, ready to fight.

Yet in this tale of shadows and light,
Hearts find strength, refusing flight,
In unity’s embrace, they stand tall,
A testament to freedom, above it all.