Our Resistance Poem by Agatha Eliza

In this existential gulag we were thrown
to wander restlessly and carry our
piles of flesh and bones
through dreadful pitch blackness, but
our dreams shine bright, and are still alive.

The voices of the older generations
scream harder through us all
passing on the torch, the message
breaking the tormenting shackles
removing them
from our bleeding wrists
as we strike:
this revolution we have in blood and in
our spirit is unleashed..
this ardent desire
to turn our backs
to sheepish obedience, hypocrisy, indoctrination
watering with our own blood
the wreath of the martyrdom
for the truth that we were forced to watch
dying, isolated under a cracking glass
the injustice, the slavery forced upon us
the mask we wore used to scare us, too
our lives were denied.

our resistance - the dissolution of their power
our resistance - the usurpation of their authority
our resistance - a blood-stained flag
our resistance - the one-way road to liberty
our resistance - the end of their rule.