In the shadows where humanity falters,  
the air thick with anguish,  
the cries of the pain and suffering  
tortured souls wrapped in chains,  
each link a story of horror,  
each moment a descent into darkness.  
 

In war’s cruel grip,  
innocence is shattered like glass,  
the sound of gunfire a brutal lullaby,  
homes reduced to rubble,  
dreams buried beneath the weight of despair,  
children now parentless, clutching tattered toys,  
eyes wide with fear,  
searching for safety in a world gone mad.  

Grief sits heavy on the chest,  
an iron weight that steals the breath,  
the void left by those who’ve vanished,  
each loss a wound that never heals,  
a reminder of love turned to ash and rubble
of laughter silenced by the cruelty of fate.  
 

The horrors of rape stain the fabric of existence,  
a violation that cuts deeper than flesh,  
leaving scars invisible yet profound,  
the soul bruised, the spirit dimmed,  
as dignity is stripped away,  
and the world turns a blind eye,  
to the horror that unfolds in silence,

and will never go.
 

Hunger gnaws, relentless and cruel,  
stomachs hollow as hope withers,  
the gnashing of teeth unheard,  
the cries for bread swallowed by indifference,  
while feasts are laid for the privileged,  
and the starving stand in shadows,  
dreaming of a morsel,  
a taste of life,  
a flicker of mercy in a barren, selfish land.
 

In confinement, time stretches like a noose,  

the certainty of torture
each second a reminder of lost freedom,  
bodies trapped in cages,  
minds racing against the walls,  
the echo of footsteps a cruel reminder  
that the world outside continues,  
while they languish in silent despair.  

Yet amid this storm of suffering,  
a flicker of defiance ignites—  
the whispered stories of survival,  
the resilience of the human spirit,  
for even in the darkest corners,  
hope dares to bloom,  
a fragile flower breaking through concrete,  
reminding us that pain, though profound,  
cannot extinguish the fire of humanity.  
 

In unity, we rise,  
lifting the voices silenced by anguish,  
bearing witness to the shattered,  
the broken, the lost,  
for in each heart lies the power  
to transform suffering into strength,  
to weave a tapestry of compassion,  
and to reclaim the light  
that darkness seeks to swallow whole.  
life is a reminder of man's inhumanity to man