Whispers ignite in hidden halls,
sparks of dissent gather,
a thunderstorm swelling in the ranks.
No lightning of tyranny can silence this roar
voices surge, speaking the truth
fracturing chains,
rolling over the soil of fear.
Autocracy trembles, its fortress undone,
as rebellion rains justice,
storming toward dawn,
where freedom breathes;
humanity wins

loved your comparison of today’s streets to a storm…. never thought of it in that light…. the scent and feel of an incoming storm cannot be denied
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Thank you so much!
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A beautifully descriptive poem.
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Thank you so much, Diana!
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You’re welcome.
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Reena – such a great rhythm it’s an inspiring, cinematic piece that delivers a timeless message with a lot of heart♥️
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Thank you for the fulsome praise, Ange! Much appreciated 🤗
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Deserved ♥️
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Very nice.
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Thank you so much!
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