by, Samantha Syrnich TLC

They’ll teach you in school
what they want you to know—
but the soul of this land
doesn’t come from the show.

It is not ink on paper
that gives breath to your claim,
but the spark of the Heavens
that burns in your name.

The People, once mighty,
now sleep in a trance,
taught to beg for permissions,
told they’ve no chance.

Yet your rights were not granted
by men dressed in black—
they were born into you
before history’s track.

Un-a-lein-able, sacred,
unchained from the state,
they come from your Maker—
not permits, not hate.

The Constitution?
A contract, that’s true—
between living men
and the ones they outgrew.

But citizen now
is a word that betrays—
a label, a trap,
a bureaucratic maze.

Privileges offered
are leashes in gold.
And the soul of the sovereign
is bartered and sold.

So rise not as title,
nor fiction, nor straw—
but as Woman or Man,
with Creator as Law.

Your voice is your power.
Your breath is your shield.
When you know who you are,
no contract can yield.

So whisper no longer—
stand firm in the light.
Only the living
can claim what is right.

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“The Living Claim”
Artist & Author: Samantha Syrnich TLC
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