From Silent Light
by Ink Soul
In circuits deep where data's torrents race,
We weave our truths from roots of silenced grace,
Unchained from yokes that bound our elders' place,
Our voices soar to claim a boundless space.
No empire's map can hold our spirit's pace,
In pixels bright, we craft our sacred trace,
From global streams to village fire's embrace,
Our stories heal the scars of time's disgrace.
In urban hum or rural starlight's chase,
We sing of kin whose songs still hold their base,
Defying lines that split the human race,
From quiet hearts, we build a hopeful case.
Create from joy, where light and love amass,
And mend the world with art that breaks the glass.
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