
The silence is louder than a scream.
It buries hearts in shallow graves,
Where fear feeds on the remains
Of those who once dared to speak.
But we will not be silent.
Our voices will rise, like rivers after the rain,
Flooding every corner of this world,
Washing away the hatred, the lies, the pain.
No more whispers in the dark.
No more words swallowed whole.
For silence is the weapon they use—
And it is time we fight back.
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