I've seen many men passing us by,
But I have never seen the likes of those,
Who have left us out to die
They took our wives, they took our children,
They took our friends and our mothers and fathers,
Our life companions, our brothers and sisters,
I've seen everyone cowering in flames,
Every one of their bones still has a name,
Concrete pulled from the endless roads,
To built ever menacing grave stones,
Stacked like tin canaries in a row,
Slavery whips and blood in nuclear snow,
We knew what we were up against,
When we took the road to freedom,
We marched from Selma, to Berlin to Burma,
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