In the theater of life, beneath the cosmic veil,
A storm brews silently, a tale so frail.
Injustice, a specter, insidious and sly,
Casting long shadows, beneath the clear sky.
It weaves its tale in hushed undertones,
Invisible lines drawn in hallowed zones.
A game of power, a battle of will,
Injustice, a void, so hard to fill.
It prowls in corridors of authority and rule,
A hidden menace, cold and cruel.
A distortion of equity, a blight unseen,
In the heart of society, a chasm keen.
Yet, amidst the tempest, a light does shine,
A beacon of hope, a sign divine.
In the face of injustice, warriors rise,
Against the silent storm, their battle cries.
For every chain, a will to break,
For every silence, a voice to wake.
Against the stronghold of inequity,
Stand the sentinels of humanity.
In the dance of life, they take the stage,
Against the unspoken, they engage.
In the storm's eye, they hold their ground,
A testament to justice, profound.
Injustice may linger, may cast its pall,
Yet, against its darkness, stand the tall.
The torchbearers of equity, in their hands the light,
Guiding the world through injustice's night.
So here's to the resilient, to the brave,
Who in the face of injustice, the path pave.
In the grand tapestry of life, they thread their part,
A hymn of justice, from the human heart.