Chalk and Chains

"I studied through the dark, I dreamed in the light,

Held my books like armor, prayed through the night.

I stood before the blackboard, chalk in trembling hand,

Now they call me a liar, in a stolen land."

"But I won't bow down to the ones who cheat,

To the kings of fraud in their golden seats.

You sold our futures, played with our names,

But we’ll rise from the ashes, we’re not your shame.

This is more than a cry—this is a flame.

This is chalk and chains... and we're breaking them."

"I didn’t bribe, I didn’t steal,

My sweat, my tears—they were all too real.

You sit on thrones built from our fears,

But your castles crack when truth appears."

"No, I won’t bow down to the ones who cheat,

To the wolves in silk with blood on their feet.

You fed us dreams, then lit them to burn,

But justice is patient—it takes its turn.

This is more than a song—it’s a war refrain.

This is chalk and chains… and we're breaking them."

"You took our jobs, you stained our names,

Now you’ll answer to the rising flames.

From every village, street, and hall,

The real teachers stand—won’t let us fall."

"We won’t bow down to the ones who cheat,

This is our ground, these are our seats.

You thought we’d fade, swallowed by pain,

But we are the storm—you can’t contain.

This is chalk and chains… and we’re breaking them.

Yes, we’re breaking them."