The Unseen Struggle

In crowded streets and silent nights

Young dreams are dimmed, devoid of lights.

A future clouded, hopes on hold

A story of youth, silently told.

Unemployment grips, a thief unseen

Stealing aspirations, unraveling dreams.

Degrees in hand, yet doors remain closed

A reality harsh, a path overexposed.

Who bears the weight of this silent plight?

As rich grow richer in their gilded light

The poor sink deeper in shadows cast

And the middle, trapped, caught steadfast.

Promises made, but seldom kept

In a world where justice silently wept.

Opportunities sparse, and efforts in vain

A cycle of struggle, endless strain.

Yet within the heart, a spark remains

A whisper of hope in the midst of pains.

For in this darkness, resilience grows

A strength unknown, a light that shows.

It's time to rise, to make a stand

To forge new paths with our own hands.

For the future's mold, we have the power

To change the tide, this very hour.

We call for justice, for a chance to thrive

To break the chains, to feel alive.

In unity, our voices loud

Against the tide, we stand unbowed.

Let the rich see the tears we've shed

Let them hear the words unsaid.

For every struggle, every fight

We'll turn the wrongs, and make them right.

A world more fair, where dreams can grow

Where every child can proudly show

Their worth, their strength, their voice, their name

In this new dawn, we'll stake our claim.