In the bustling streets where silence speaks,
Echoes of dreams lost in the noise,
Children’s laughter fades, replaced by cries,
As hope stands still, afraid to rise.

Walls of prejudice, invisible yet strong,
Divide hearts, where they should belong,
In the shadows of judgment, they hide away,
Yearning for light in the break of day.

Voices of the unheard, a silent plea,
For justice, for peace, for a world set free,
Bound by the chains of indifference’s might,
They seek the dawn in the endless night.

Yet amidst the chaos, a seed is sown,
For unity in diversity, a dream to own,
In the hearts of the hopeful, it softly grows,
A world united, where compassion flows.