You'll be struck down with pain,
Just like insurance comp'nies e'er say no,
Your first attempt to claim,
Most will remain down, a law of nature,
But you may rise again,
Standing, you'll see others if you look hard,
Trounced from masters and slaves with cries of shame,
Are you the one with enough self-belief,
Even should you be maimed,
To howl that what you believe's true for you,
That your god is your name?
For then they'll see,
That you will not be tamed,
This is how all realities are born,
The road for all revolution's the same.