Break the stones that shout,
drag down with chains
bounding to psychological pains
allowed us, broke down in vain.
Satin made in stain
of statues made stiff and still,
while still and alive inside.
Suspended animation’s procrastination
left worlds of minds in fascination
for a bad blood transfusion.
Shatter the stone that holds still…
The chain is weightless
turned to dust the shackles disintegrating…
And the fear dissipates.