BROTHERS!! BROTHERS!!
please, the time has come
let us prepare
With expectation and Faith
we SHALL remain
though our life's blood shall
saturate parched and barren plain
tis our Country
we SHALL fight for thee
with HONOR AND VALOR
the quest for LIBERTYAnd as valiant souls lost
protect us upon this frigid night
My Brothers in Spirit
prepare to FIGHT
consecrate this Bitter Earth
with thy indomitable will
for this Country remains
our Country STILLAnd though we shall surely face
evil unforseen
LIVE to be bold, my Brothers
DIE for the DREAMFor, our Children shall awake
one Sacred Morn
lamenting our loss
yet,
PROUD to be bornWe, the Honored Men of African Descent
upon this Battle's Eve
pray a Nation's soul
shall repent
and one day we shall find no need
to utter the inquiry
TIS the Country I love
does my Country love ME?


