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