When Justice Fades

In a land once filled with hope,
cries for justice are lost in the wind,
drowned by the noise of false promises,
where power rules and truth is silenced,
the people’s voice a mere whisper,
fading in the shadows of indifference.

The sun rises,
but its light feels colder now,
the streets, once warm with life,
grow empty, heavy with despair.
The systems meant to protect
now serve only the few,
where the law bends to the powerful,
and the rest are left to fade in silence.

Once, there was belief in change,
in a future where fairness wasn’t a dream,
but now, hope feels distant,
a star too far to reach,
a promise broken before it was ever fulfilled.

A passport in hand,
the thought lingers,
how far must one go to escape this?
to leave behind the weight of a country
that has forgotten the meaning of equality?
Could another place exist,
where the voice is not drowned by the power of the few,
where freedom isn’t a distant wish,
but a right?

Yet, no matter where one runs,
the struggles remain,
different in shape,
but always present,
the same fight, just dressed in new colors.
Still, the question lingers;
"is there a place where justice isn’t for sale,
where truth doesn’t hide behind closed doors?"

In the silence,
the question grows louder;
how long can a spirit endure
in a place that offers no freedom,
where the price of truth is silence,
and the cost of speaking out is too great?
Maybe one day,
the page will turn,
and a new story will begin,
but for now,
this broken home holds tight.