Voice for Uyghur Children 2

In the land where the sun rises high, 

Where the sky wears a light blue sigh, 

Uyghur children, with dreams so bright, 

Yearn to see their flag take flight. 

A crescent moon, pure and white, 

Holds their faith in the still of night, 

A star that twinkles, a beacon of hope, 

In their hearts, it helps them cope. 

Yet shadows linger, darkness looms, 

In silence, they face their looming dooms, 

They long to sing their anthem loud, 

To stand as one, united and proud. 

But walls of fear, they must confront, 

As whispers of love begin to hunt, 

In their minds, the teachings of peace, 

A gentle faith that brings release. 

Let them learn of kindness, of wisdom's grace, 

To cherish their roots in every place, 

For each child's heart holds a sacred fire, 

A spirit unwavering, climbing higher. 

They dream of home, where rivers flow, 

Where the mountains cradle the seeds they sow, 

Yet their voices drown in a sea of despair, 

As they search for justice, gasping for air. 

Oh, let them rise, let them stand tall, 

In the face of oppression, they shall not fall, 

For every child deserves to be heard, 

To speak their truth, to spread their word. 

With every tear that stains their cheek, 

A silent cry for the strong and the meek, 

They stand for their brothers, their sisters, their kin, 

In unity, they fight, let the healing begin. 

Embrace their culture, let it unfold, 

In the hands of the young, the future is bold, 

For they are the guardians of dreams held tight, 

The bearers of hope in the darkest night. 

So let us remember, let our hearts ignite, 

For the rights of these children, we must unite, 

In a world that keeps turning, where shadows may cast, 

Together we'll forge a future, free at last. 

Honor their voices, let them be free, 

In the tapestry of life, let them weave their decree, 

For every Uyghur child, a chance to reclaim, 

Their heritage, their pride, and their rightful name. 

Written by D. M. C. V (Chloe Vo)