In the shadowed corners where whispers dwell,
Lies the echo of the unheard, the unjust spell.
Shackled voices, bound by unseen chains,
Cry for freedom amidst their silent pains.

The scales of justice, tipped by a heavy hand,
Weigh the truth in grains of shifting sand.
Eyes blindfolded to the cries of the weak,
In a world where only the strong may speak.

Beneath the cloak of fairness, a hidden scar,
Marks the souls who’ve traveled far.
Seeking light in a world of night,
Their dreams are dimmed, their hopes contrite.

Yet in the heart of darkness, embers glow,
Carried by those who dare to overthrow.
For justice, though delayed, will ignite the fire,
And lift the silenced with voices that never tire.