The Lost Voices

Happy voices are flowing with the breeze 

And busy voices are dancing on the street 

Deep voices are rustling through the trees

But feeble voices are crushed beneath rich feet

In this country where voices are heard only in rallies. 

The powerless voices are lost in old alleys. 

Adrift voices just find a lonely shore

Waiting timidly for someone to explore. 

As a new generation with a bolder voice, 

It's our duty to make the right choice 

And to promote every rejected voice who stood against abuse. 

To elevate yourself now without making an excuse.