Equals
Rights,
not so civil,
more like fights,
and long nights,
unending battles for the freedom,
goals: we all yearn to meet them,
we all strive to gain what's ours:
equality.
child of democracy,
born at the hands of our Founding fathers,
flowing from the ink of pushed pens,
but we must look back.
Has equality truly been reached in this world?
Or shall we make amends?
do we really need more sequels?
or, for once, can we just act as equals?
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