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...
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