In lands divided by unjust lines,
Where shadows of segregation loom,
The heart’s deep pain, a silent chime,
Echoes loud in the quiet gloom.

The streets remember every tear,
The whispers of injustice loud,
In every corner, every year,
The silence speaks, a haunting shroud.

Dreams once bright now turned to gray,
In lands where freedom’s far from near,
The fight for justice, come what may,
Is carried forth, despite the fear.

Yet hope, a flame that never dies,
Burns bright against the darkest night,
For in the hearts where truth resides,
The dawn of justice brings new light.