Citizens Prerogative
Citizens Prerogative
In this clime of ours,
citizens right is an illusion,
the subjugation leaves a dent.
Our legs wobble with weakness,
our lungs go dry with thirst,
Dreams bleached in graves.
From one mendacious tale to another,
It's a cycle of everyday struggles,
and there's no end in sight.
Amid sighs and sobs,
amid groans and tears,
we pray for light and hope.
Where freedoms boulevard
will be crystal clear and
citizens right upheld.
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