In the quiet corners of forgotten streets,
Where whispers of justice often retreat,
Echoes of dreams unfulfilled linger,
Touched by the cold, unyielding finger.

Beneath the surface of painted smiles,
Lies a world divided by unseen trials,
Where hearts are weighed by unjust scales,
And the light of hope flickers and pales.

The chains of bias, invisible yet strong,
Bind the voices that have been silenced too long,
Yet through the darkness, a chorus will rise,
Challenging the shadows with determined cries.

For every soul deserves to be free,
To walk in the light of equality,
Together we stand, hand in hand,
Breaking the barriers, reclaiming the land.