as injustice is real,
running through veins
all through our lives,
between love and wild emotions
never silent, relentless,
keeps battering down doors
never straight, never gives up,
will never be chained
will never be tamed,
has the capacity to heal
release avenues of possibility,
wildly running free
on gauntlets of imagination,
a chorus of different voices
refusing to remain silent,
we are all prisoners of the world
never truly free until death,
poetry can deliver comfort
carrying freedoms torch,
standing up for rights
of people everywhere,
words stirring, provoking
creating new worlds,
fleshed out of existence
for all to share.
