Out from the edges, the cracks, from under our bridges.
Our rage a metallic tang on our tongues
Clashing, clanging and loud.
We wear our pride like armour, our outrage flung at you like spears.
No longer silent,
We break free,
Bursting through that which have held us
Rushing at you, overwhelming in intensity.
We won’t be silent and we won’t bow down.
Our roar is deafening.
Image: Matthew Piatt
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