Down And Out, Fist Up High Poem by Dyhanara Rios

I may be down,
But I’m not out.
I will find a way somehow.

I may be down,
But I’m not out.
Impossible is nothing now.

Now you’re down,
Breathe, you’re almost out.
It’s useless to make another sound.

Now you’re down,
Breathe, you’re almost out.
I know your soul won’t be found.

We didn’t want to do this,
But you left us no choice.
Up high you held your fist,
So they silenced your voice.

Now I’ll hold my fist up high
And raise my voice!
We finally won this time;
We made a good choice.
Tonight I’ll sing a victory song
Of what we aimed for all along.

I’m not surprised; I know you’ll return,
But without your soul,
You’ll be no better than dirt.
Which is better than when it was so cold.

You’re down and out,
But still you hold a fist up high,
So I shall do the very same;
Oh how long I’ve waited for this day!