In the shadowed lands where whispers tread,
A continent weeps for what was bled,
From golden sands to emerald trees,
A history etched in painful pleas.

Colonial hands with iron grip,
Carved stories through blood and whip,
Yet in the silence of the night,
Resilience rose to claim the light.

Voices silenced, dreams confined,
Yet through the darkness hope aligned,
The spirit of a people strong,
Singing freedom’s enduring song.

Now echoes of the past remain,
In hearts that rise beyond the pain,
A journey long, the path not clear,
But strength and courage conquer fear.