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Human Rights

Human Rights

Are all we ever had,

have and wanted

One way or the other.

Romanticized, fantasized

By those who are deprived.

Taken from them,

abused, locked away

By those who didn’t find them worthy.

Either way it has been a hot potato,

not handled with enough care,

reeking through revolutions

of sweat and blood, all unnecessary

dying one war at a time,

So many wars, so many deaths.

fractured, leaking like a gas jar,

somehow condensed and put

into one day, unceremoniously

By those who were

neither deprived nor deprivers

10th December, announced

like the birth of Christ

As if it would matter

As if they care.


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