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SPIRIT THAT REFUSE TO DIE

Silent prayers swallowed by fear
Behind cold walls and guarded gates
Voices crushed beneath heavy boots
Lives erased in whispered hate.

Families torn, dreams confined
Faith hunted like a fading flame
Eyes that plead for freedom’s light
Caught in endless pain.

The world watches, silent, still
As hope flickers, barely alive
But their spirit, though battered
Refuses ever to die.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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