civil rights human rights freedom
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To you I am Just a distant tragedy
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