They took our rights, one by one,
In the name of peace, no need for guns.
A law to keep us safe at night,
A rule to make the world feel right.
We cheered and clapped as chains were spun,
Called it progress—called it fun.
But freedom fades in slow decay,
Not torn apart, but slipped away.
We wake too late, the doors are locked,
The streets are quiet, the clocks are stopped.
They whisper now, but none will speak—
A nation strong, a people weak.
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