Whispers of Despair
In the shadowed corners of broken streets,
Where whispers of despair echo through the night,
I stand as a witness to humanity's defeat,
A tale of darkness where hope takes flight.
Trump's silhouette looms, a modern tyrant's guise,
His rhetoric echoing Hitler's vile decree;
Rights stripped away, truth cloaked in lies,
A genocide unfolding for all to see.
The cries of the oppressed, a symphony of pain,
Betrayed by those meant to shield and save;
Community fractured, trust shattered in disdain,
Conflict and danger lurk in every grave.
Faces etched with fear, eyes filled with tears,
Darkness encroaching, swallowing every light;
Anger simmers, fueled by unspoken fears,
Anxious hearts tremble at the endless night.
Dreams crushed beneath oppression's heavy hand,
Failure seeping into every soul like rain;
Disgust at the cruelty that grips the land,
A tragedy unfolding in silent pain.
And as we gaze into the abyss of despair,
Hopelessness grips us with its icy hand;
Confusion reigns in this world so unfair,
Depression's embrace on this desolate land.
Yet in our hearts, a spark remains aglow,
A flicker of resistance, a flame to ignite;
Together we rise against the tyrant's woe
And through unity, we'll eventually see light.