In shadows deep, where souls weep, Lies a tale of sorrow and despair, Of chains that bind, of hopes confined, Haunting screams through the air. The lashes of pain, the cries in vain, The blood-soaked fields of echoing cries, The silent screams, endless they seam, A endless legacy of hopeless lives. But from the dark, a light shall spark, A flame of truth, a call to rise, To break the chains, to heal the stains, To seek justice beneath the skies. So let us stand, hand in hand, And honor those who suffered so, Our history, a symphony, Of strength and resilience it shows.