The Art of Word-Jacking
The Art of Word-Jacking.
'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.
Three words,
lost to us.
Plundered by the few,
stripped naked and ravaged,
pummeled into submission.
Three words,
taken from us.
Usurped so casually,
stolen and cleaved,
left meaningless.
Three words,
strangled and violated.
No more.
Not today.
Today, we reclaim the ideals,
the billion voices,
all straining to be heard.
Today, we take back our truth,
our collective aspiration,
still yearning for the harvest.
Today, we sing the hymns of freedom,
as we gather at the gates of justice,
while mourning the paralysis of democracy.
'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.
Three words,
that we shall wrest back.
Three words,
that have nurtured our dreams.
'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.
Three words,
for which we all have bled.
Three words,
word-jacked and abused,
that are ours once more.
'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.
Three words,
that shall remain tightly wrapped,
around our collective core.
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