In the silent corridors of power,
Lies a tale of hearts turned sour.
Where dreams are clutched by iron fists,
And hopes dissolve in shadowed mists.

The whispers of a different hue,
Echo through the halls anew.
Yet, in their eyes, we see the fear,
Of what they cannot hold dear.

Beneath the weight of unseen chains,
Souls cry out in endless pain.
For the right to stand as one,
Beneath the same unyielding sun.

But through the cracks of hate’s facade,
Love’s light finds a path unmarred.
To break the walls that prejudice builds,
And heal the wounds that time has stilled.