Silent voices.

In streets once filled with Laughters and delight Now echoes only the sounds of endless night The pen,my sword lies broken and still As words of freedom are forced to stand chill The classroom, empty, where minds once grew Now gather dust,as knowledge is pursued In secret, we whisper,in hidden places The love of learning,arebellious fiery gaze My voice,a whispher,in a world gone cold Where poetry is protest and stories are told In hidden pages,in coded lines We write of resistance,of heartbeats that entwine The world outside,a prison,a cage Where dreams are shattered, and hope's a fragile page But we still write in the darkness and pain For in the words , our spirits remain.