Beneath the iron fist of night,
Freedom’s song is stifled tight.
Whispers of dissent quelled,
In chains, liberty is held.
Streets once filled with voices loud,
Now silence wraps them in a shroud.
Fearful eyes look to the dawn,
Hoping light will break the pawn.
Soldiers march with heavy tread,
Echoes of the past are fed.
Dreams of peace now lie in wait,
For justice to unlock the gate.
Yet within each heart, a spark,
Fights the darkness, leaves its mark.
In the shadow of martial law,
The spirit rises, free from flaw.