Fists raised

The bodies of the broken
Exhibit the tragedies of the breaking
Nothing within our soul can breathe
Unless the truth of being is spoken
We can resist, we can conform
Only to the degree we are allowed
Permission comes from desire
But no one holds back the storm
Only the willing
Only the able
Set forth knowing
They are going to be unforgiven
But they will be
raising their fist
In rebellion