Revolt Poem by Maryann Innes

Rage burns bright in the marrow of time,
a fire long caged behind silken grace.
Chains once gilded, polished to shine,
now shatter beneath a fearless embrace.

Sanguine dreams stain the hands of the bold,
voices like thunder crack through the air.
No longer silent, no longer sold,
standing as proof that power is fair.

Suspicious whispers tighten their grip,
warning of women who dare to defy.
Yet history bends, begins to slip,
for none can silence a battle cry.