whisper of the heart

Powerless

in halls of power, where shadows play

a figure stands, with authority's sway

a voice that's loud, a hand that's cold

crushing dreams, and hearts of gold

beneath the gaze, of those who fear

the silenced tremble, and shed a tear

their voices muffled, their souls oppressed

as power's weight, their lives repress

the mighty wield, their power with might

crushing dissent, and silencing the night

their words are law, their rule is strict

leaving the weak, to suffer and convict

in darkness, they hide their shame

their actions hidden, behind a mask of fame

but the echoes, of suffering and pain

resound through time, and forever remain

the powerless tremble, the voiceless sigh

as fear's grip tight, their hearts deny

the courage to speak, the strength to stand

leaving them broken, in a helpless land

their stories untold, their struggles unseen

their lives reduced, to mere statistics, and themes

their humanity, lost in the haze

of a system, that's designed to amaze

the powerful, with their pomp and pride

look down upon, the weak, and divide

they use their might, to keep them in place

and silence their voices, with a subtle face

but still, there's hope, a glimmer of light

a chance for change, a beacon in flight

for when the oppressed, find their voice

the mighty will fall, and justice will rejoice

the tide of change, will slowly rise

and those who suffered, will meet the skies

their voices heard, their stories told

and the powerful, will be held to account, bold

the silence will break, the voices will rise

and the mighty will tremble, before the oppressed' eyes

their power will wane, their influence will fade

as the people rise, and their freedom is made

the struggle is long, the road is hard

but the reward is great, the victory is scarred

for when the powerless, find their might

they will rise up, and shine with all their light

and so we'll stand, and we'll raise our voice

and we'll demand, that justice make some noise

we'll call out the mighty, for their crimes

and we'll stand with the powerless, until they shine

the time for change, is now at hand

the time for justice, is here to stand

we'll rise up, and we'll make some noise

and we'll demand, that our voices be joiced.