Free Britney: A Poem

A voice so pure, a light so bright,
Bound in shadows, robbed of flight.
She sang of joy, she danced through pain,
Yet freedom’s song was a distant refrain.

Chains not of iron, but of law,
Woven by hands with greed as their draw.
A guardian’s watch, a gilded cage,
Her story etched in a silenced page.

Yet whispers grew, a swelling tide,
Fans united, truth their guide.
“Free Britney!” they cried, with hearts ablaze,
To shatter the dark of those binding days.

Her strength endured, her spirit soared,
Through years of battles, her will restored.
Now the world sees, now the world knows,
Her story blooms, her power grows.

So here’s to Britney, her soul set free,
A beacon of hope, resilient as the sea.
May her days be hers, her dreams her own,
A queen reborn, her crown rethroned.