in the realm of freedom's light, I stand
a sovereign soul with rights in hand
a poem woven with threads of might
to celebrate the tapestry of my rights
born into the dance of liberty
a symphony of choices, wild and free
in the sanctuary of my own mind
my thoughts unfurl, unchained, unconfined
the right to speak, a melody of words
echoing through the vast expanse of worlds
a voice, a beacon, bold and clear
resounding through the atmosphere
in the sacred space where beliefs reside
the right to worship, a spiritual tide
diverse expressions, a mosaic so bright
a kaleidoscope of faith in the gentle night
the pen in hand, a mighty sword
the right to write, to be adored
in ink, I etch my narrative
a tale of triumph, resilience, and will to live
the right to assemble, hearts aligned
unified voices, a chorus refined
together we stand, a formidable force
in unity, we chart a steadfast course
within the walls of privacy's embrace
the right to be, in solitude and grace
a sanctuary where I find reprieve
a haven where my soul can breathe
equal before the eyes of the law
justice, a beacon that none can withdraw
with scales in balance, fair and just
in the realm of rights, in whom we trust
so let this poem be a testament
a celebration of rights, resplendent
in the symphony of freedom's tune
I stand, I claim, beneath the moon
for in my rights, a legacy
a vibrant thread in humanity
in every heartbeat, in every breath
I cherish the rights that conquer death
