The streets are filled with tears and pain,
The people cry for justice in vain.
Their voices rise up to the sky, But still their pleas are left to die.

The powerful ones, they hold the key,
To justice and equality.
But they turn a blind eye to the cries,
Of the common people, who suffer and die.

Their hearts are hardened, their souls are cold,
They care not for the stories untold.
Of the ones who struggle day and night,
To make a living, to fight the fight.

The scales of justice, they are unbalanced,
The rich are free, the poor are challenged.
To prove their worth, to prove their right,
To have a voice, to have a light.

But still the people, they cry out loud,
For justice, for freedom, for a cloud.
To lift them up, to give them hope,
To show them that they can still cope.

So let us hear their cries for right, And stand with them in their plight.
For justice is not just for some,
It is for all, until it's done.