In the halls where secrets whisper loud,
A shadow lingers like a storm-cloud,
Men in suits with hearts of stone,
Ruling from their golden throne.
They speak of justice, pledge their care,
Yet watch the helpless in despair,
They raise their flags, their voices bold,
While underneath, the truth grows cold.
They promise light in darkest night,
But blind us with their twisted might,
With laws and chains, they bind the weak,
And crush the ones who dare to speak.
In boardrooms high where greed takes root,
The wealthy sow their poisoned fruit,
They take the earth, the sky, the sea,
And sell it all so selfishly.
The cries of many, lost in vain,
Drowned by the sound of clinking gain,
For every tear, a dollar made,
A human heart, another trade.
Governments that rule with might,
Claim they protect, but kill the light,
They build their walls, they set the fire,
And burn the world for their empire.
Behind the lies, behind the veil,
They carve the weak and leave them frail,
A game of power, lives at stake,
A sacrifice they’re quick to make.
With every rule, with every law,
They cage us in, and make us crawl,
They call it freedom, call it pride,
Yet force their will, no place to hide.
Corporations, cold and vast,
Feed on the future, rob the past,
They buy our lives with paper thin,
And spin their web of endless sin.
The few who rise, who dare to fight,
Are cast aside, consumed by night,
A voice of truth is silenced fast,
For truth’s a threat they cannot last.
And yet we watch, and yet we bow,
Caught in the gears, don’t know how,
The cruelty spins in endless reel,
While they ignore the wounds we feel.
But there’s a strength, a force inside,
A power that we cannot hide,
For when the people rise as one,
The cruel will face the setting sun.
So stand and speak, refuse to bow,
The world can change, starting now,
For tyranny can never stay,
When light begins to find its way.
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Amazing!
Powerful and piercing! A bold call to awaken!
Love this
Thank you so much, Roksana — that really means a lot. I’m glad the message came through and resonated. We’re living in a time where silence feels like surrender, and writing is one of the last sharp edges we still hold. Thanks again — I hope you have a great night. 😎
So true. 🤔
Thank you so much, Laura! It absolutely is.