It didn’t happen in one great war,
No fire, no chains, no blood on the floor.
It came in whispers, laws in disguise,
Promising safety while tightening ties.
They spoke of progress, a future so bright,
Yet dimmed our choices, stole our sight.
A rule for order, a law for peace—
One by one, our rights deceased.
They hold the leash but call it grace,
Smile as they put us in our place.
No need for force, no violent hand,
We’ve caged ourselves at their command.
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