They promised you a voice, a crown,
A chance to rise, to strike them down.
You trusted words that blazed with pride,
But never glimpsed the fire inside.
You cast your vote with weary hands,
Believing they would heal the land.
You hoped for work, for fairer pay,
For something more than yesterday.
But they betrayed what they had sworn;
They left you hollowed out and worn.
Your labor lost, your town turned gray,
The dream they sold has blown away.
They vowed that power would return,
But power watched the rich ones burn.
Your sweat and toil to fuel their gain,
Then turned their backs and praised your pain.
And now you stand where promise died,
The flags hang limp, the banners lied.
Your pride is shadowed, yet you choke,
The bitter truth you will not spoke.
But listen close, there’s something more,
Beyond the wreckage, past the war.
The ones they mocked, the ones they scorned,
Still mend what’s torn, still face the storm.
The scientist who tracked the sky,
The farmer’s hands still strong and dry.
The teacher shaping minds each day,
The healer fighting death away.
They never quit, they never ran;
They chose to build what good they can.
They warned of lies that twist and cheat,
Yet still they stand on steady feet.
And you can stand; you must arise,
Not out of rage, but growing wise.
For all that’s lost is not yet gone;
The roots still hold, the world moves on.
So turn regret to something bold,
A voice that won’t be bought or sold.
Speak out for truth, for what is fair,
For those who lead with love and care.
Build not from hate, but courage bright;
For what was wrong can still be right.
No wall can keep the dawn at bay,
Hope blooms where ashes clear the way.
