SEASON OF THE WARRIOR
we aren’t afraid to live
we aren’t afraid to die
we know our value
and we know yours, too
where rich men count their money
we find hands and hearts longing for liberty
where poor men cry out their lamentations
we find hearts and hands worn from their labor
where unity is devoured to serve the powerful
we find hungry minds ready for a free life
we know what we’re living for
we know what we’re dying for
we’re coming for your traditions
we’re coming for your forefathers
we are so hungry
we have been starved
we know which hands starved us
we know which hands will latch the locks
we are not afraid to live
we are not afraid to die
we will swarm in your streets. they are our streets.
we will read Baldwin and Chomsky in your cafes.
we will rise up from the asphalt and swell around you
we will not stop until we find a better way than our history
we know what we are living for
we know what we are dying for
we are the warriors of our new season
we are only just beginning to bloom