Screaming for Vengeance

They tried to script a future. Where no dissent survived. A nation carved

by boot heels. Where only fear could thrive. But every outlawed sentence,

every banned and broken line, became a seed of revolution that outlived their

design. Regimes built on obedience fear the sharpened tongue.

For poets mark the moment when the tyrant comes undone. They raided every

library. Turned the truth into a crime. But memory keeps marching

long after stolen time. You erased us from your ledgers, but not from

history's lens. We return in every uprising where the people stand again.