And outside the neat borders the city drew, The people who didn’ t fit the plan Got pushed out of sight Bare rights that looked good on paper But didn’ t mean anything in real life
Yet somehow, the scholars clapped for it, Calling the whole system“ pure” and“ ideal,” As if autonomy were a luxury You could inherit like a last name, While everyone else slowly disappeared.
Because freedom with a price tag Isn’ t freedom at all It’ s a dressed-up excuse For letting certain people carry all the weight of the world Just because they were born in the shadows
And when we lost our little home, Kicked out over a loan we couldn’ t cover, The truth hit hard: No one was coming to help Our“ rights” basically gone The second our address did We become emptiness with a name
When stepping over that line Where the lamps stop shining Where justice fades into rubble Here, your rights depend on what you own Not who you are.
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