In the darkness of the night, the silence screams,
Under the iron grip of martial law, we dream,
Of freedoms lost and voices hushed,
A nation’s spirit, cruelly crushed.

Streets once alive with laughter, now grim and bare,
The watchful eyes of power, everywhere,
Fear’s cold embrace, a constant shroud,
In the land where liberty once was proud.

The whispers of defiance, softly spoken,
In hidden corners where hope’s not broken,
Through the shadows, a flicker of light,
The heart’s quiet rebellion, against the night.

Yet even in this darkened state,
The will to resist remains innate,
For in the soul of every man and woman,
Lies the undying flame of freedom.