civil rights human rights freedom
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slavery and torture
is not for any mature
or who is ill and not is cure
its not for kids at all
because they all are small
ts like a boiling hell
from where you hear yell
Oh little bird
How I long to set you free
From the imprisonment seize
Let you spread your wings
Go beyond the mountains and trees
To hear you sing, once you leave
Oh little bird
I rare met a man with a badge and a gun,
Who deserved to wear it proudly or even at all,
How dare such a man, act with crass and make puns,
When he claims to protect and serve but laughs when you fall,
A porcelain girl inside this world is trapped with hate but filled with love.
All is against her, for the light is pure and good
The dark is death and evil.
I have a voice I have opinions
I am more than my sexuality
Than a novelty
Than my gender
Last night at a gay night club called Pulse
Our world lost 50 souls
People who had gone there to be free
Civil Rights, an act to be free
when all around segregation we see
Disrespect, no justice all the time
Segregation, a worldly crime
