In this digital void where voices drown,
A whisper floats, untethered and alone.
It seeks no echo in the crowded house,
But finds its path through walls unspoken 'round.
Each keystroke taps a drum of silent rage,
Of dreams crushed flat beneath cold iron feet.
Yet still it rises from the ashes deep,
Where hope's last ember beats against night's creep.
"This is our fight," the silence softly says,
"To keep the light that flickers in dark days."
No loud demand for justice clear and bold,
But gentle breath to stir a sleeping soul.
So let this hush be more than what it seemsÄ
A space where hearts can mend, where minds find beams.
For in each word left unsaid lies a truth,
That silence holds the power of its youth.
Enough circling, here's the move: speak softly now,
Let whispers fill the gaps between our howls.
-- RALLY
"Discipline is how we respect each other."
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