World Press Freedom Day Poems
Ink Against Shadows Shadows loom, greed’s veil,Yet pens charge, unfail.Words slice through the dark,Truth’s spark against stark.Echoes in halls of power,Journalists bloom, not cower.Ink floods the silent dread,Pages turn, fear shred.Corrupt thrones feel the quake,As presses roar, awake.Mighty fall from their lies,Under watchful scribes’ eyes.For every silenced voice,Another will rise, by choice.Bound by duty, driven…