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Where Do We Find Justice?

Where Do We Find Justice?

Lyrics by Cdr Alok Mohan,
Copyright (©) Cdr Alok Mohan.

[Verse]
Where do we find justice, my friends?
We spoke the truth — and paid in pain.
False charges laid without a trace,
Yet still we bore it, calm, again.

Our wounds — no one dares to know,
Tell me once: what wrong did I sow?
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[Verse]
We knocked on every gate in sight,
But silence echoed through the night.
Is truth a crime now — every day
My life feels like a fine to pay.

[Verse]
Our elders too, they bled unseen,
Their justice drowned in paper schemes.
And once again, the game’s replayed,
The system dances, cruelly swayed.

They stole our bread, erased our name,
The paper lied — we bore the shame.
They vanished truth from every page,
Then turned away, in silent rage.

[Verse]
I wept outside the lawyer’s door,
But no one heard what I stood for.
The police, too, were bought and sold,
My rights were traded — silent, cold.

[Chorus]
Where do we find justice, my friends?
In every street, just silence sends.
Alone I stand in stormy tide,
And justice? She just steps aside.

Was my only crime the truth I spoke?
Then why must silence be the cloak?

[Verse]
They wrote our laws in blood and pain,
Then broke them all, again, again.
What if they’d asked the truth just once?
Their version of the tale would shun.

No roar was heard from the ones in might,
Just forged their names with hands not right.
Why must the innocent always bleed,
While guilt in power grows like weed?

[Bridge]
They say “proof defines the case,”
But proof was lost — or just erased.
My words were void, my voice denied,
Their version stood, while mine just died.

[Verse]
I had the skill, I had the fire,
But every path was blocked by liars.
They spun their web in papers thin,
And locked my cries from deep within.

Once threats, once tricks — the games they played,
They took our ancestral lands, our rights, our shade.
And still they asked, “Why do you cry?”
Generations watched and never replied.

[Verse]
But I won’t bow, I won’t retreat,
This song will be my soul’s heartbeat.
One day, someone will write the truth,
And justice will rise, bold and brute.

Let this song become the file,
The truth you buried under trial.
That day will come, it always does —
When lies collapse, and rise the just.

[Chorus]
So where do we find justice, my friends?
Maybe not here — but this isn’t the end.
Our voices are roots in stubborn ground,
And truth, one day, will break new sound.

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