They treat our tears with

Contempt

Hand in hand with

Greedy frustration

 

They roar like lions and

Block all roads to

Equality

 

They trespass on us

Night and day

Creating for their

Conscience a

Mocking symbol to

Love’s power

 

Masked creators

Who conjure their lives

On torn pieces of paper

 

Our kings and queens

Can never be conquered

So they lie down in fury

And gnash their teeth

Like men

 

Time has always been

Our best defense

And following the sun

By the light of the moon

We will correct

The blindness

In our black eyes

 

We will keep the knowledge

Of our selves intact

Our voice will praise

The eternal womb

 

Oh, prince of the generous heart

Give us a path to follow

Before the enemy

Comes