In quiet corners of classrooms,
Where whispered truths blooms,
A revolution, soft and brave,
Was written not with a sword
but with a page.
The youth, unarmed but not unwise,
Had eyes like flames, and hearts that rose.
They bore no guns, they launched no war,
Yet changed the world from where they are.
I present the catalysts defined by time.
They inked injustice, line by line,
When silence wrapped the nation’s spine.
In trying times, when lights went dim,
And truths were gagged on every limb,
While headlines lied, and fear had grown,
They published what the people must have known.
Attacks came like shadows in the night,
But still they wrote, still chose the fight.
And even now, in times anew,
Where trolls have masks and lies seem true,
They sharpen pens and fact-check feeds,
And counter hate with planted seeds.
In every campus, brave and small,
Their posters scream, their echoes call.
From typhoons’ wrath to tyrants’ play,
They never looked the other way.
For every death, for every name
That power tried to burn or shame
They filed the truth, they mourned with ink,
They made the world stop, pause, and think.
Campus press freedom must be shielded,
Defended, nurtured, not conceded.
For when the youth are stripped of voice,
What’s left is silence, not a choice.
Democracy must not just live
In grand debates the rich men give
But breathe in classrooms, thrive in halls,
Be felt within the campus walls.
It must be rooted deep and near,
At the grassroots level loud and clear.
So every student bold and free
Can live the truth of liberty.
They chose resiliency as their responsibility
For the fate of this country is not just defined by a vote,
But every fact each campus wrote.
And though the nation breaks and bends,
The campus press still defends.
Living as true heroes we commend.
So rise, young scribe, the fight is long,
But know you march where hearts are strong.
In ink you build a freer land,
With truth, and youth, and trembling hands.
You are truly one of all kinds.
Defined by the grueling times.
