In the Shadows of Solidarity

In the shadows where the echoes lie,
A tale of unity begins to pry.
A symphony of voices, quiet but strong,
Rising against injustice, where they belong.

Solidarity, a beacon in the dark,
Ignites a flame, a collective spark.
A chorus of dreams, of equal embrace,
In the quiet corners of every space.

In the quiet hum of the working class,
Lies the strength of a union, a tempered brass.
The calloused hands and tired eyes,
Speak of struggles, of silent cries.

Beneath the towering structures of might,
In the silent protests of the night,
Whispers of solidarity weave,
A tapestry of hope that none deceive.

From factory floors to city streets,
Where the pulse of injustice often beats,
The disenfranchised find a common ground,
In the shadows where unity is found.

No longer confined to the margins, the fringes,
Solidarity blooms, the power it cringes.
A resolute stand, a collective stand,
In the shadows, where the oppressed expand.