A Right to Freedom That Never Comes
Humans can be so wicked

A Right to Freedom That Never Comes
What gives a human the right
to cage the innocent,
to take breath from the wild,
and call it love?
An animal is born with a heart,
a spirit meant to roam,
to feel the sun,
to know the wind without walls.
Yet we build prisons
for those who never sinned,
lock beauty behind bars,
and teach them to forget the sky.
We speak of freedom
as if it belongs only to us,
as if pain feels different
when it wears fur or feathers.
But freedom is not a human word,
it’s a heartbeat shared by all life.
No creature was born to be a prisoner,
no soul should die behind steel.
So ask yourself,
what gives us the right
to take what we never owned,
to decide who gets to live free?
Because a right to freedom
that never comes
is not freedom at all —
it’s cruelty disguised as care.
And in every cage,
a piece of our own humanity dies too.

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