Beneath the moon’s silvery glow, Whispers of change begin to flow. In shadows deep and valleys wide, The seeds of…
In the factories where iron sings, The hands of workers shape their dreams, The hammerâs echo, a silent scream, For…
In the stillness of the night, a whisper grows, A call to rise above, where courage flows. Shadows dance and…
In the shadows of the factories, where the hammers beat, The workers toil, their spirits worn, their dreams incomplete. Yet…
Beneath the silent skies, a murmur grows, In hearts ignited, a fierce wind blows, The chains of old, they rust…
In the fields of endless toil and strife, Where workers’ hands have shaped their life, A vision rises, bold and…
In the shadows of the factories’ hum, Where the wheels of industry turn, The workers’ voices softly drum, For justice…