In the market where traders all meet, Two men held hands on the street, They kissed out of sight, But fear gripped them tight, For love there’s no place in deceit.Behind corners, they shared just a glance, But in silence, they knew the dance, A love kept so still, Against the world’s will, Yet hope still offered a chance.
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…
Oh, to be free, just to live, Without the burden, without the cry, Must we beg, must we plead? Just to be who we are inside?Chains of fear, chains of law, Tearing love from heart to heart, Do you not see the pain you cause? When you say that love’s a crime from the start?But love’s a bird with broken wings, Who only dreams of skies…
Africa, mother of rich soil, Why do you raise a spear against your child, When your rivers sing of freedom, Yet your laws bind love in iron chains?The baobab tree stands tall, But you hack its branches one by one, Afraid of the fruits that grow unbidden, While love, like wildflowers, takes root where it wills.Do not fear the storm, For it only brings the rains…
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