They came in boots,
Not to guard ,but to crush.
Their shields don’t block bullets,
Only justice in a rush.

We shouted with hope,
They answered with smoke.
Tear gas, batons,
And promises broke.

We bleed in silence,
But silence will scream.
Because freedom was never
A distant dream.

Not every gunshot kills ,
Some spark a flame.
And from this pain,
We rise. Again.