Shackles
In the shadows where the lost souls roam,
Fear reigns supreme in this dystopian dome.
Whispers of control echo in the night,
Darkness envelopes, drowning out the light.
Harsh commands pierce through the silence,
Tyrants rule with iron defiance.
Hope is but a distant memory,
In this world of chaos and treachery.
Masks of deceit worn by the oppressor,
Lies and propaganda spreading like a cancer.
Brave hearts yearn for freedom’s sweet release,
But the chains of tyranny will never cease.
Yet in the darkest hour, a spark ignites,
Resistance grows, surpassing all sights.
Courage blossoms in the face of fear,
Defiance rising, drawing near.
The time will come when shadows fade,
And the chains of control will be unmade.
For even in the depths of despair,
Hope will rise, relentless and rare.
For in the never-ending rain of the storm, that spark will be a flame.
For even though we will fight, we will change the game.
