Guitar strings of barbed wire

stained by the blood of resistance

toughen the song’s words

carried by voices flying free from cells

across the sky into clouds

before the storm

 

Flutes of fiery lips

filled by the lungs of spring

carry the melody of dreams

into the arms fully loaded

across the sky into raised fists

for the storm.

 

Voices of just heartbeats

beat rhythms of freedom

through the prisons of history

breaking the chains of treachery

across all lands into the sky

as the storm of victory

 

These are the instruments of resistance

people around the world are learning to play