here lay thy warriors
thy armour bloodied and beat
here lay thy warriors
thy corpses rotting on the street
who will avenge thy warriors
the cry for justice ever so loud
who will avenge thy warriors
to bring them peace and make them proud
they did not fight with swords
they did not fight with guns
they marched side by side
vowing to never run
fear and hate stood in opposition
of black power, strong and tall
watching every man and woman
waiting for them to fall
and so they faced thy enemy
with fists above their heads
chanting just three words . . .
and now they lay here dead.