The Screams of the Unheard

 

In the depths of Africa's heart, where the sun dips into the sand
A cry echoes through the land, a lament of a people in pain
A plea for justice, for equality, for an end to the pain
But the world turns a blind eye, and the cries remain in vain

The continent weeps, her children oppressed, enslaved, and slain
Their voices silenced by the chains of oppression, their futures stolen away
Their cultures stripped, their heritage lost, their identity in disarray
Their cries for help drowned out by the laughter of the oppressors' sway

In every corner of this world, where humanity is meant to thrive
We find injustice, inequality, and a system that survives
On the backs of the black, on the sweat and toil of the strong
The powerful feast on their labor, their tears, and their song

In America's streets, where freedom's bells do ring
The chains of slavery still linger, the wounds still sing
From Ferguson to Baltimore, from New York to LA
The struggle continues, the fight for justice and equality

In Africa's lands, where freedom's dream did first begin
The echoes of colonialism still haunt, the scars within
From Cape to Cairo, from Nairobi to Kinshasa too
The wounds of oppression still fresh, the people crying "What shall we do?"

Oh, when will it end? When will our voices be heard?
When will our cries be answered? When will our tears be dried?

But still we rise, like the morning sun in darkest night
Our voices echoing through time, our struggles a beacon light
We rise up against oppression's chains that bind and maim
We rise up for our rights, for our freedom

And though the road ahead is long and fraught with pain
We'll walk it together, hand in hand, again and again
For we are strong and resilient, we are proud and free at last
We are the sons and daughters of Africa, and we will forever last

So, let our screams be heard across this land so wide
Let our pleas for justice be answered with a world that's just inside
Let our tears fall like rain upon the earth below
And let our voices rise to heaven, a symphony of hope to grow

For one day we'll see a world where love is blind to skin so dark
Where all can live as one, where freedom's bell tolls loud and stark
Where every human being is valued, where every life is dear
Where justice rolls down like a river, washing away every tear

And when that day comes, oh how sweet it will be!
When all can walk together hand in hand in harmony!
For then we'll know that our screams were not in vain