It’s in the system that takes rights and hands out privileges.

Where you question self, are you even a human being?

Is it mans right to bomb villages, or was it a privilege to dethrone a king.

Is it a right to domesticate those born free? That which is me, my soul, my life, my entire humanity?

Placed in a cage in which I can not see.

What’s a reflection if I can’t recognize me?

If my eyes are taken out and replaced with what you see

Will I still be me?

Or is that a privilege?

If my tongue is cut from base and replaced with what you taste will I then I have the right to taste what’s free?

Or will it cost me my soul?

Is it the rule of thumb measured by the hand in which sways the pen that says this is the end?

Mightier than the sword at the throats of its enemies that swipes his rights to live or even be a friend of me?

That power....... ink is blood.