Red-tipped feathers
Ready for war
Outing hatred
Tyranny
Unfairness
With every stroke
As ink splashes
Like blood
Across our hearts
Declaring to the world
We will not be silent
We will not disappear
And we will no longer tolerate
The way you treat us
Our bones are your bones
And our flesh is your flesh
Someday, we will die
And our bodies will decay
Until we are indistinguishable from the dirt-
And each other
