We Will Not Bow

Despite the cries that pierce the skies,

The stolen dreams, the muffled sighs,

The youth are vanished, one by one,

Their shadows lost beneath the sun.

A force in plainclothes prowls the land,

With cold resolve and iron hand.

The cries of mothers, fathers’ tears,

Are drowned beneath their reign of fears.

Yet still we rise, unbroken, strong,

Our spirits blaze, they sing a song.

You take our youth, but not our fight,

Our hearts still burn with freedom’s light.

O president, hear this nation’s plea,

The chains you forge will never be.

We will not rest, we will not tire,

Until we quench this raging fire.

The streets will echo with our call,

Until your walls of silence fall.

No mask can hide, no cloak conceal,

The truth we know, the pain we feel.

For every voice you try to still,

A thousand more will climb the hill.

We’ll fight with courage, hope, and grace,

Until justice finds its rightful place.

Bunguswa Writes.