In shadows deep, where light refrains,
A silent cry, a heart in chains.
Beneath the sun, a world divides,
Where love and hope too often hides.

A glance, a word, the stinging pain,
The marks unseen, yet they remain.
In whispers harsh and gestures cold,
The stories of the young and old.

Through corridors of judgment’s gaze,
They walk, they live, in endless maze.
A world that sees but does not care,
For hearts that break and souls laid bare.

Yet in the dark, a spark ignites,
A flame of hope, a call for rights.
For every voice, though faint it seems,
Can shatter walls and build new dreams.