12th June’s dawn was meant to rise, With voices strong, with clearer skies, Yet echoes of a silenced past Still haunt the halls where futures cast. Democracy, a sacred word, Yet who shall heed when truth is blurred? A nation sways, its spirit worn, By hands once pledged but now forlorn. Where is justice? Where is light? Not in shadows where wrong takes flight. Not in thrones of selfish greed, Nor in the wounds...