25/04/2025
Chains of Silence
In shadows cast by ancient trees,
Where once the echoes sang of peace,
The winds now carry whispers grim,
Of knives at dreams, of chances slim.
A land adorned with vibrant hues,
Yet drenched in cries and bitter dues,
Where freedom’s song, a distant star,
Meets heavy chains from lands afar.
Ibrahim stood, a beacon bright,
Against the tides of endless night,
Yet storms brewed in the hearts of men,
Disguised as justice, veiled in sin.
Accusations like thunderclaps,
Terror’s cloak around dreams it wraps,
Yet who defines this scourge we face,
It’s those who profit from our grace.
With every child who walks the street,
With every dream that’s trampled, beat,
Behind the headlines, pain abounds,
In silence, freedom’s spirit drowns.
The hands that craft our stories bleak,
Do so with tongues that dare not speak,
Of history’s wounds, the bonds unseen,
A narrative spun with threads of green.
For how can peace be built on strife,
When puppets dance, denying life?
The puppeteers in shadows grin,
While Africa’s heart weeps from within.
Yet hope is born where light meets grime,
Where voices rise, defying time,
Though shackled still, our spirits soar,
We’ll sing for those who can’t anymore.
So let the world hear our lament,
From Ghana’s coast to the Maghreb’s tent,
For in our unity, strength shall swell,
To break the chains and toll the bell.
Acry for justice, we shall raise,
For freedom’s path ignites the blaze,
With every heartbeat, we reclaim our space,
In defiance, together, we embrace.
