The Unseen and the Unheard

 

In shadows cast by towering heights,

Where concrete dreams eclipse the night,

Wander souls with silent cries,

Invisible beneath the skies.

Once embraced within a home’s warm light,

Now lost to storms, to endless night,

Houseless not by choice, but fate-

Left behind by a world too late.

Children born of dusk and dawn,

Fragile spirits, bruised and drawn,

Discarded, pushed to the cold,

Their stories silent, yet untold.

Some sell their bodies, fleeting, frail,

Chasing hope on a broken trail;

Others burn in quiet shame,

Wounded hearts without a name.

Skyscrapers stretch to touch the stars,

Yet beneath, the hidden scars-

Shelters leaking, thin and torn,

Dreams of warmth forever worn.

Rivers, forests, caves-

Sanctuaries carved from silent graves,

In solitude, they still persist-

Reflections of what we’ve missed.

The nation claims to grow and thrive,

While millions struggle just to survive;

Like insects crushed beneath the weight,

Stripped of voice, of home, of fate.

Development’s hollow cry,

Echoes with a distant lie;

Lives shattered, splintered, torn,

By hands sworn to keep them warm.

Rehabilitation glimmers faint, afar-

A flickering, distant star;

Yet in our hearts, a spark remains-

A justice flame that still sustains.

Cultural icons, progressive thinkers,

National leaders-

they chew and spit out their empty words,

shedding crocodile tears,

pretending to be trees of virtue,

while secretly dipping their hands

back into the pot of greed.

They spit at each other,

cut each other’s heads,

destroy and discard-

all in the name of God,

masked in righteousness,

drunk on their own illusion.

Endless debates rage on,

like storms of fire and rain-

but for whom?

And for what purpose?

Their words, like ashes, scatter in the wind,

while beneath the surface, the wounds deepen.

Every soul, a right to be,

To live with dignity-free;

Not just a dream, but a vow,

To heal, to nurture, here and now.

Let not the silence be our end,

But a call for love, for mend;

For in our hands, the power lies-

To lift the fallen, hear their cries.

For shadows fade when hearts unite,

And darkness yields to guiding light;

A future built on hope and grace,

Where every life finds its rightful place.

Beneath the banners, beneath the masks,

the truth is buried-silent, unseen-

a reflection of a world lost in its own echo,

chasing shadows, craving power,

forgetting the human heart in the storm.