Against the winds of tyranny, it stands tall,
An unyielding pillar, defying the fall.
Resistance unwavering, a force to behold,
A symbol of courage, a story to be told.
Though storms may rage and tempests may beat,
The pillar of resistance will never retreat.
Its roots anchored deep in the soil of the earth,
It stands as a beacon, a symbol of rebirth.
With every gust of oppression, it gains strength,
Resistance unwavering, its purpose at length.
A testament to hope, a beacon so bright,
It guides the lost souls through the darkest of night.
In every act of resistance, no matter how small,
The pillar stands strong, a beacon for all.
A symbol of resilience, a force to be reckoned,
Resistance unwavering, its spirit unbroken.
197.225 SRY