I'm afraid to write—
Afraid ,because they made it forbidden.
They stitched our tongues with fear,
Since truth to them is rebellion.
We live in a world full of injustice,
Where they claim,"we are one family,"
Yet at the table ,some are served wine,
And others only water.
But who will address the truth
If we all live in intimidation?
Who will name the villains
If we always bow down to injustice—
Drink poison and pretend it's cure?
Will this world ever be better?
We are told to walk on dusty roads,
While the "special"ride high with chauffeurs.
School slam doors on children
Whose only crime is poverty.
But tell me,is this humanity at all ?
But our tears are not water.
They're fire.
Each drop consumes and leaves a mark,
A day is coming,
When those who made us weep
Will pay the price
For every single tear.
Although our voices shake with fear,
Our hands tremble while we compose,
We will rise, we will be heard.
If not us ,then who?
If not now, then when?
This piece is for the fighters, dreamers, and those who refuse to remain silent. It was created from the pain of injustice and the feeling of powerlessness. It serves as a reminder that we have the ability to change our circumstances and can make the world a better place for ourselves and future generations. If we unite, we can change the world.
