Break The Chains

Break The Chains
by Keaton Foster



Break the chains
That bind us,
Tear down all these walls
That stand in front of us.
Destroy what we must—
Leave nothing standing
That they have put in our way.
Dismantle what they say,
Replace each tedious word
With our own statements of truth—
A truth that we believe,
A truth that we see fit.
Fight the system that holds us to a past
That we have long since left behind.
Be strong, because behind closed doors,
They are confident that we are weak.
Do what we must, what we know is right,
Have no regrets about what must be.
Fight as if our lives depend upon it—
Because without question, they certainly do.
Those in charge don’t know
What we are capable of.
They are certain we are frail,
Borderline broken.
They are certain that we
Cannot survive without them.
Make them see it is the other way around—
Take them to the edge of fear
And throw them to their deaths.
Listen as they scream all the way down;
Monstrous will be the thud.
It is what they will expect least of all—
They will not know (how could they ever?).
Show them what needs to be seen,
As clear as the brightest light
In the deepest of darkness.
Have no regrets,
Not one.
Break the chains,
Stand for what we wish,
For what we need most of all.
Let them know what must be known:
No longer, never again, are we afraid.
Stand free, raise your arms,
Reach for the sky above,
Let out the loudest scream—
“Hear us now, know this well:
We are free.
We will never again be
Held down by your will.
What you thought you knew
About us, and those alike,
Is without question wrong.
We are more than words,
More than your ideas—
We are our own beings,
Free to think for ourselves,
Free to believe in what we wish.”
Never again will we be held captive.
Nothing stands in our way—
No walls built high,
No chains held tight,
No form of control will ever work again.
We have come to know
We are far more capable ourselves
Than any form of control
They ever held upon our lives.
We are free, as free as we wish to be—
Never again will we be bound as prisoners
To any other’s conceptual greed.

Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2025