In the midnight of our nation’s soul, When freedom’s light begins to wane, The iron fist comes to control, Our…
In the silence of the night, the chains do rattle, Freedom’s song now a distant battle, Shadows loom where once…
Beneath the iron fist of night, Freedom’s song is stifled tight. Whispers of dissent quelled, In chains, liberty is held.…
In the shadow of martial law, where whispers fade, The streets are silent, a curfew’s pall. Dreams once vivid, now…