Trapped, we thought he was the one.
All hope gone as we are forgotten here.
We won't escape with our lives.
Because we have spoken up to power.
We are to be crushed and it starts in this cell.
The darkest place and yet, yet still.
There is something more not gone.
A little sliver in the corner, shines, glows.
Becomes the promised justice not received.
Believe, keep the faith, and watch it grow.
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