The broken Chain

A rusted chain, tarnished,
Slashing into it's victim's souls,
Leaving behind it like a trade mark,
Gaping wounds,blood and broken hearts.

Link after link it marches on,
enslaving a nation, sparing not a soul,
Manifesting itself into things people crave to believe,
It lies invisible and un-conquered in the dust.

Resistance proves becomes useless,
Too much pain involved,
Monotony takes it's place,
With the chain hidden in the dust.

And yet new links are forged,
Making the chain stronger, harsher,
Breaking families, bringing floods of tears,
Forged by the very victims it binds.
Tradition, Culture and Religion,
Gems, a country's most valuable heirlooms
,Defiled by the hands of greed and prejudice,
Alloyed and added to the dormant chain.

And somewhere in the distance,
A rhythmic "ching" vibrates,
Small blows, small miracles, tolerating the pain,
Breaking away the link, breaking the chain,
Breaking free, soaring free.
And thus a soul may break free,
Though the chain be remade,
One star more to guide those who dare,
Hope of the future, renewing the faith of the nation.