In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Where shadows play and dreams take flight,
Whispers of rights, both old and new,
Resonate in hearts, so brave and true.

A tapestry of voices, loud and clear,
Demanding justice, year after year,
Each thread a story, each voice a song,
Weaving a future where all belong.

The chains that bind, we’ll cast away,
In unity’s embrace, we’ll find our way,
Through trials and tribulations, we stand tall,
For the rights of one, are the rights of all.

So let the echo of rights be heard,
In every action, in every word,
A symphony of freedom, a call to see,
The world as it should be, for you and me.