Integrity

My body is shackled

Of ankles, of wrists,

Of arms, of fists

For that’s how Resistance likes it be

My mind is tackled

Of values, of will,

Of toughness, of thrill

For that’s how Resistance likes it be

But Resistance ain’t got nothing on me

I wriggle and struggle to escape the chains

Yet it only makes them tighter

The effort grinds me to the ground

To mark the grave of a fighter

I hear a dying voice within me

As he whips insults:

Who you are today is not the end result

And so the weight begins to feel lighter and lighter

The view I see begins to seem wider and wider

The voice grows stronger, saying more and more

Telling me things, things he will ignore

I am far from hero, I am far from man

But if I cannot do it,

no one can

Resistance is oblivious, Resistance cannot see

Resistance ain’t got nothing on me