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