– Maq Masi
They handed us religion—
not a key, but a cage,
a scripture wrapped in shackles,
a heaven weighed with rage.
They sold us politics—
not a bridge, but a wall,
dividing brother from sister,
while they took it all.
They fed us fear,
called it truth,
taught us to kneel,
to doubt our own roots.
But the storm in our veins
won’t be quieted or bought.
The fire they tried to bury?
We are the spark they forgot.
So let no dogma chain your mind,
no threat carve your path.
You are the question
that unravels their maps.
Rise.
Not for their altars,
not for their thrones—
but for the instict in your bones,
the truth you’ve always known.
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