By Will
Prior to law I had rights, a right to watch my seed grow,
Half a block from home but mountains away he lay,
This sick game only deals in crumbs of compassion,
Every day I die on the first inch of her territory,
Every right I claim for myself meets deaf ears,
Bless he who have toiled for freedom trampled under foot,
Victimisation and discrimination against love,
This my sole weapon, I bring down with full force.
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