let our people go.

In the shadowed streets where whispers grow,

A silent scream begins to flow.

Young voices rise, then fall away,

Stolen by night, turned cold by day.

Chains unseen now bind the land,

Freedom crushed beneath cruel hands.

Dreams are drowned where rivers meet,

Blood stains the ground beneath our feet.

Our cries are thunder, yet you do not hear,

Justice buried deep in fear.

A nation mourns, its heart laid low—

Dear President, let our people go.

Like leaves in a storm, they vanish and fade,

Lives uprooted, promises betrayed.

The law stands blind, its scales untrue,

Truth strangled by the will of the few.

But even in silence, our spirit remains,

Hope rising stronger than shackles or chains.

For every voice you seek to still,

A thousand more will rise with will.

Dear President, let our people go,

Restore the light, let justice show.

For a land in chains can never be free,

And freedom's call will roar like the sea.

© Bunguswa ™