As we continue to rise,
You will attempt to fence us in
With your visible bankrupted morality.
Our eyes are still watching God;
Our ears still hear His roaring thunder;
Our spirits still feel High John the Conqueror
Riding on the rays of the Son of Ra—Shinning.
Pregnant light of liberation
Births new strategies; we’re ready.
Bring on your new years’ challenges.
We are children of blood and thunder;
We will not be pushed back under.
Out of your brier patched humanity,
We’ve strived: And still, we shall survive.