Democracy, a dream so pure,
In an ethical land, it must endure.
Where common good above all stands,
And unity shapes the people's hands.

 Home is where the heart finds rest,
 A place where dreams and memories nest.
 In walls of love, in every glance,
 We find the comfort, and soul's dance.

In the shadows, rights once won,
Begin to fade like setting sun.
The banners raised, the voices loud,
Now muffled by a growing cloud.