Your inquisition
Is in denial
And there is
No justification
No consolation
The darkness envelopes
Your desires
But you should know
Erased by persistence
The ignominy of existence
Drum beats falling on
Up on your innermost heart
Raise your shackles
Pull the burden on
To where the lights lead on
Your destination
Is from your own heart
And there is
No alternation
No surrogation
So cut the rope and
Fall loosely, breathe in
The sweaty air, the despair
The broken heart of the land
The footprints on the sand
And drag the shackles
Till they crumble, or you do
Till your feet bleed
Till the very earth rumbles
Till the dictator humbles