White In the quiet of the night, where shadows f | English Poetry

"White In the quiet of the night, where shadows fall, Echoes of silence veil a heavy pall. Through the crowded streets and alleys dark, A plea for justice, an anguished mark. In every corner, voices rise in vain, Against a tide of deep-seated disdain. From ancient times to modern days' plight, Women’s cries for justice fade from sight. Their stories, etched in bruises and in tears, Injustice fueled by systemic fears. A call for safety, a cry for reprieve, Yet shadows linger, and we grieve. For every woman whose voice is silenced, For every dream that’s harshly silenced, We raise a banner, stark and bright, Demanding justice, fierce and right. Through darkness and despair, we fight, To bring forth dawn from endless night. No longer will we turn away or hide, In this quest for justice, side by side. Let the winds of change now stir and sweep, Let promises of safety awake from . For in every heart where hope resides, Justice and safety must coincide. ©twisha ray"

White

In the quiet of the night, where shadows fall,
Echoes of silence veil a heavy pall.
Through the crowded streets and alleys dark,
A plea for justice, an anguished mark.
In every corner, voices rise in vain,
Against a tide of deep-seated disdain.
From ancient times to modern days' plight,
Women’s cries for justice fade from sight.
Their stories, etched in bruises and in tears,
Injustice fueled by systemic fears.
A call for safety, a cry for reprieve,
Yet shadows linger, and we grieve.
For every woman whose voice is silenced,
For every dream that’s harshly silenced,
We raise a banner, stark and bright,
Demanding justice, fierce and right.
Through darkness and despair, we fight,
To bring forth dawn from endless night.
No longer will we turn away or hide,
In this quest for justice, side by side.
Let the winds of change now stir and sweep,
Let promises of safety awake from .
For in every heart where hope resides,
Justice and safety must coincide.

©twisha ray

twisha ray

White In the quiet of the night, where shadows fall, Echoes of silence veil a heavy pall. Through the crowded streets and alleys dark, A plea for justice, an anguished mark. In every corner, voices rise in vain, Against a tide of deep-seated disdain. From ancient times to modern days' plight, Women’s cries for justice fade from sight. Their stories, etched in bruises and in tears, Injustice fueled by systemic fears. A call for safety, a cry for reprieve, Yet shadows linger, and we grieve. For every woman whose voice is silenced, For every dream that’s harshly silenced, We raise a banner, stark and bright, Demanding justice, fierce and right. Through darkness and despair, we fight, To bring forth dawn from endless night. No longer will we turn away or hide, In this quest for justice, side by side. Let the winds of change now stir and sweep, Let promises of safety awake from . For in every heart where hope resides, Justice and safety must coincide. ©twisha ray