The Voice of Rights
Loading millions of dollars, calling himself powerful and known
Desert sand of the east gulf, separated and lonely
Treasure for him alone, corruption of laws and cultures
Structure of invincible thoughts holding on coast
He may not be known for holding blood in his hand, but true.
Held all voices with power of force, no words no actions
For your body will be amputated, hands, Legs, or more be your head?
So hard my heart doesn’t exist with brains of so low profiled citizens
For your voice is behind the sand, let it echo in the mud
For your action is behind laws, let the shadow be cultured
Holding on norm of fairness, let all be the same
Let my sound on the silent wind travel on the west of peace.
No more shadows on black, crimson tears of lowly heart
For they call twice as men, I’m hoping he’ll grant her wish
For equal land to walk, equal gesture to rule
One man for a woman, who love her as equal,
Not as gift, or position to be fund seeing only as comfort.
She is the invisible woman
Copyright © Jett Franco | Year Posted 2012
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