Our rights

We beg for what’s already ours
We have them but we still demand
Our rights.
They’re lost and gone yet still somewhere.
We trade-off when we should have all
We’re locked up for our liberty
We perish for our better lives
And when we die we die without
the rights we had when we were born.
Even if we never had them
Somehow somewhere we could feel them

-Our Rights, F.Spagnoli



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