Across the towns and busy streets,
We marched with hope, not paid deceit.
No script, no check, no silent cue,
Just hearts alive with work to do.
They claimed we faked each step, each shout,
But lies don’t dim what truth walks out.
No bot can forge a mother’s cry,
Or granddad’s voice raised to the sky
The signs we raised, the songs we sang,
Were born from pain that still must hang.
A child’s small hand held tight and brave
Said more than any smear could save.
Let trolls declare it all pretend,
We know the work. We know the end.
They tweet and twist, but here we stand,
With lifted eyes and open hands.
So gather close and light the way,
Our voices matter more each day.
This isn’t paid. This isn’t play.
This is democracy’s relay.
