I Am Breathing

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I am breathing
And as long as I am breathing I can change
The story being written is the air we breathe

It's time
Get out your pitchforks
Get out your bullhorns
Do not be afraid of the fight in front of you
Your virtue will not save you
You must be courageous
It's contagious
Let it swell through you and yours

I am breathing
And as long as I am breathing I'm not done
I will stand tall and I will not run

Did you think Revolution would come easily?
That you would win it at the ballot box
And everything would be fine?
Did you think there would be no tears?
No pain? No heartache?
Not this time

He does not stand for me
He is not anything I want to be
And if he is yours I do not know you
I do not want to know you

I am breathing
And as long as I am breathing my will is mine
I will not make peace with the intolerable

They will put me in the ground before I bow to him
They will lock me up before I follow him
They will hang me in the public square
Before I concede a single inch to him
He is not my king
Is not my sovereign
I am not sitting down this time

I am breathing
And as long as I am breathing I can fight
History is written in the air we breathe

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

Rougher than I would usually post, but fuckit today.

[The Wizard Joseph]

  It's very good as is. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That last stanza pulls the roughness together perfectly.

[Greenberg]

Nicely written, make sense in the world we are living in now...