Till Victory Is Won

We sing
Our voices are all but haunting

We bless the foreground of your sentient with graceful harmonies
Encompass the heartbeats of our so called fellow man one note at a time
Our chords vibrate out of place the sure bitter grains of suffering
Over the last few thousands of years
From this still we are sore

We are the perfect pitch that has gone unheard for so long
Standing in rows one in front of the other upright and foreword looking
Towards the horizon, waiting patiently for the new era to dawn on us
Lifting our arms above our heads knowing they will grow tired
We stretch our fingertips far enough to hold hands with God

We sing for the prosperity and the continuance of holding him dear along with each other
Banding by choice and less by chance
The chance of being shoveled up onto a ship and packed in one on-top of the other
Chained so close together that the air is dampened by the sweat we share

We do not sing from that broken image of ebony and white scratched stone
We don't sing from swelling backs and fresh cuts after whippings
Or the haunting sound of the leather thrashing in air
We don't sing in fear or cowardice
We sing of love

Togetherness
Virtue
Truth
Unity
Courage
We sing freedom
But that you already hear over the ages

Our ranges will ring loud from across all rivers to all brothers and sisters
To fight against
To rise against
Till victory is won