As the rising sun…refusing not to shine,
Let us be determined to longer be oppressed.
Like the constellations of the cosmos,
Must be our awareness of what must be done:-
As the flowing waves of the sea to waiting shores,
Must be our flowing strives towards equanimity:-
Like soaring avians in their V-formation, must be
Our faith in our own sojourning leaderships:-
As if bees of a beehive, so must we be…
In the unity of harvesting our sweet liberation.