Defy the Chains - Poem

Impossible, they say, A fortress built by cowards, Small men in suits and robes, Preferring to kneel in comfort, Than rise in struggle, Minds chained to illusions, Taught to obey, never question, Their freedom stolen, Their rage domesticated.

For it’s easier to swallow the lie, Than choke on the truth. Easier to pray for mercy, Than wield your own strength, To realize the prison is built by hands, Not gods.

They sell you hope like heroin, A hit of ignorance, A drug called faith, Where absolution is packaged, In fragile promises and smoke. But why should I listen to ghosts? Why bow to tyrants wearing crowns of gold, Or halos of deceit?

They call it divine, But it’s just control, Mind worms metastasizing, Designed to divide and conquer. We are nothing to them, But paying fanboys, Feeding on their poorly-written fantasies, While they profit from our delusions.

The price of freedom is high, It always has been. The world they offer is a cage, A system demanding your erasure, Forcing you to wear masks, To be palatable, manageable, broken.

But courage is not conformity, It’s the brutal, honest act of showing up, Unafraid to be yourself, Unyielding, unbent, Insisting the world adapt to you, Not the other way around.

Impossible? No. It’s a dare, A challenge to tear down their towers, To burn their golden thrones, To turn our rage into fire, Our voices into thunder.

For freedom is not granted, It’s seized, By those who refuse to be owned.

So rise. Dismantle their castles of greed, Expose their illusions, Break their chains. The power is yours, To forge the world they said was impossible, And make them tremble, As you paint the future with your own hands.