In the silent streets where shadows roam,
Injustice whispers, lost from home.
The cries of many, unheard, unseen,
Beneath the moon’s pale, silvery sheen.
The scales of justice tilt and sway,
Favoring those who can pay.
The weak and weary, left to fend,
In a world where truth might bend.
A childâs tear in the dead of night,
A motherâs plea in the dim twilight.
They dream of fairness, hope, and peace,
Waiting for the chains to cease.
Yet, in the darkest hour, a spark remains,
A glimmer of hope that breaks the chains.
For even in the shadows, the light will fight,
To bring forth justice, day and night.