The drums of dissent beat loud and clear,
A nation’s cry, born from fear.
In the silence, a storm brews strong,
A people trapped in a discordant song.

The winds carry whispers of broken dreams,
Of lands torn apart by unseen seams.
Conflicts rage, both near and far,
Leaving scars where hope once stood, a star.

The streets echo with the footsteps of pain,
As voices rise, yet fall in vain.
The call for peace, like a distant shore,
Resonates but struggles to restore.

Leaders speak in riddles and lies,
As the nation watches with weary eyes.
The heart of the people, heavy with the past,
Yearns for a future that might yet last.

The youth march forward with broken feet,
Longing for a world where hope is sweet.
They carry the dreams of ancestors long gone,
But the drum of dissent continues its song.

A nation divided, its wounds deep and wide,
Yet within it, a flicker refuses to hide.
For though the drums beat of anger and fear,
There is a cry for peace that is crystal clear.

“Let the drums of dissent be still,” they cry,
“Let unity rise, and hatred die.”
A nation reborn, its heart set free,
For peace, they yearn, in unity to be.

Poem Explanation:

“Drums of Dissent: A Nation’s Cry” explores the impact of political instability, conflicts, and the collective longing for peace and stability. Through the metaphor of drums, the poem captures the unrest and tension within a nation torn by division and violence. Despite the turbulence, there remains a deep yearning for peace and healing. The poem conveys the hope that, through unity and truth, a nation can rise above its challenges and restore stability, while acknowledging the painful realities of its current struggles.

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