Dust in the throat, hope runs thin Words passed low, skin to skin Lyrics bent before the end Nothing left here to defend Truth learned early, sound kept in Left to fade, never wins Voices rose in open streets Fists held high to broken beats “No” rang loud, chants sold change Hope sang on, then decayed History leaned close to hear Marked the noise, then disappeared Words are typed, then cut away Thoughts reviewed before they stay Silence spreads, no sound remains Fear grows deep and tightens chains Quiet keeps the damage clean Lies hum low, replace what’s seen Truth deemed safe enough to state Low enough to clear the gate Breath remains, the voice is drowned
