This Freedom Is An Expensive Commodity
We speak not of justice
we were bred in this system of
imbalances,
where equity is still a mystery.
we speak and act with
reservations,
a sure way to survival in this
corner...
we are the liberated speaking.
We speak not of human rights
Care is the common precaution to
all our actions;
where we speak with care,
where we act with care
and moderate our emotions.
We know only shadows of reality...
the truth is always distorted
and our freedom is yet to be
imported
from their next parliamentary
seating.
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