Oppression
A gilded cage, a silken thread,
A promise whispered, soon misled.
They say they serve; they say they lead,
But shadows lengthen, freedom bleeds.
Their laws, a net, so fine, so tight,
Constrain the spirit, dim the light.
The whispers grow to angry cries,
As hope decays, beneath their lies.
They speak of order, safety's hold,
But their control, grows ever bold.
From gentle nudge to iron fist,
The line is blurred, the trust is missed.
The whispers turn to open fight,
Against the tyranny, day and night.
For in their hearts, a fire burns,
A thirst for truth, for freedoms earns.
The chains may bind, the walls may rise,
But within the soul, the spirit flies.
For in the face of oppression's might,
The human heart reclaims its light.
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2024
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