In interviews
so angry,
unabashed,
filled with righteous fury
and rightfully so,
so every word rings true
to the core of each reader’s being,
and sloughs off the moss and muck
that attempt to tarnish our inner bells,
now we begin chiming together
and we peal as loud as we can
no matter the weather,
we sing collective
protest songs
until thorny hearts
bleed to death,
and cease their beating:
justice.