Breaking silence: Our rights, our future

Sometimes we are muted, not from wisdom’s embrace,

But because speaking feels like an endless race.

The weight of oppression bends us low ,

Yet silence , like shadows, allows us to grow.

Rights are our birth right,not favours bestowed,

They blaze in our hearts , an unyielding code.

Not etched in stone, but alive in our breath,

Defying the silence that partners with the death.

Our rights are not whispers – they are meant to be heard,

Carried on winds through each passionate word.

They are not mere pages of history to scroll,

But the fire that burns in the depth of our soul.

Our future is fragile, a vessel of glass,

Shaped by the choices of those who amass.

Each action, each word , a spark in the night,

Illuminates paths to justice and light.

Our voices are powerful, our unity is strength,

We’ll fight for our rights by going to any length.

The future is ours, no more shall we bow,

Our rights , our future, we demand action now.