When we are brought down to our knees
When raging with grief and pain
When life becomes our sole commodity
When there is nothing left to gain
When survival is no longer a competition
When there is nothing left to loose
When the law doesn’t defend justice
When it‘s instated to abuse
When it is said that the law is not to defend justice, but order
Freedom may not be in freedom itself, for us
But in our dissent, it sure tastes of it