In fields where shadows dare to tread, The cries of young, the silent dread, Complicity in whispered lies, As innocence, unguarded, dies. Beneath the rubble, dreams were sown, Where hunger's grip was coldly grown. In games of power, none are free, But echoes of a lost decree. Yet from the ashes, voices rise, A child's gaze meets the endless skies. In suffering, the seeds ignite, For liberation's blazing light. Though darkness looms, the dawn will break, And hearts will learn to mend, awake.