Inciting the Rebellion

I am gasping and panting in dank clouds of smoke
My neck is enclosed by a collar of steel
As my feet and hands chained up to the
Ruins of this doleful sepulchre

Numb with grief a final yell suffocates in a seared throat
And flagging limbs are hanging maltreated in chains
A dozing redeeming salaciousness pounces on me
And tempts me not to endure this slavery for longer

My blinded eyes will behold the sun nevermore
My once incisive scent wouldn't feast on winter air
My pale tatterеd lips would remain silence
Whеn the blather is spoken by fatuous ones

In my mind, through my head, thoughts are hunting me
In my soul, in my heart, embers engenders a
Longed for, ever suspected awakening will to fight

On a stone in the wall, there are engraved
Dozens of hateful words - spurred by odium -
Etching an evident determination
In my strait, resurrecting, gleaming pupils

Tearing on the chains of my confinement
I declare - inflated with self-confidence -

To incite all prisoners to a rebellion
To disentangle them from this doom
Now it should be done
All pain should elapse