Defiance – TJ Foltz
The natural order is our jail.
Stuck somewhere in time and space
On a lowly forward monorail;
Just caught up in another race
To hear the cry of a soul
A thousand years after conception
Is to learn we have a tool
To reach beyond our perception
To separate ourselves from cattle
We make music from our brays
The stage of our greatest battle
Is the same as our grandest plays
Creating is our weapon It’s how we win the fight
How we reach passed heaven And avoid that good night
Art is our grand defiance Not against man but fate
Without we sit in compliance Of our inevitable state
Show the future your reflection,
So far away they may learn
That we swore rejection
Of fate trapped in urn
Write down and savor
Some tales of great valor
To make a world braver
In the face of great power
Send out your lore!
Pass down your pain!
They’ll hear your roar
Long after you’re slain
In defiance of time
Share with the rest
Your love of rhyme
Your worst and best
Be proud of your revolt
In a way it’s all you got
It’s the only record they’ll consult
Showing how hard you fought
For those yet blinded by cage
Do you yet hold rebellion?
Have you quelled your mortal rage?
When will it finally be enough?
Do you hate the songs of the morning birds
Because they wake you up?
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