Rights Aren’t for the Unfortunate

In the land of the free, home of the brave,
Where the powerful dictate the narrative,
Minorities, immigrants, and the poor,
Are the ones who must be more creative.

They say all are equal, but they lie,
Their actions speak louder than their words,
Justice is a concept, far from reach,
For those who don’t belong to the herds.

The rights they speak of, aren’t for the poor,
Who struggle daily just to survive,
Nor for the minorities, who are told,
“Your place in society is contrive.”

Immigrants, they’re told, “Go back to where,
You came from, you’re not welcome here,”
Their dreams are crushed, their hopes are dashed,
By the ones who rule with iron fear.

The system’s rigged, the game is set,
The odds are stacked, the dice are loaded,
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer,
And the middle class is overburdened.

So here’s to the ones who fight the good fight,
To the ones who dare to stand up tall,
To the ones who say, “Enough is enough,”
To the ones who believe in us all.

Rights aren’t for the poor, the minorities,
Nor the immigrants, that’s what they say,
But we’ll rise up, we’ll fight for our rights,
And together, we’ll find a way.