Stand Your Ground

Lift your voice now and tell this troubled space You are no just its brand, nor fallen race And subtle laws that make them pour their distaste Upon the powerless will wrath displace In us, nor shall we be banished to keep Invisible, nor flinch the horrid heat Of hate that at us like mad demons leap Bring too your rules to the sour savage street Bring too the fire of the ancient anguish Stored up in innocense, bring presence loud Against policies proud and devilish O Africans, be not frightened or bowed Stand your ground too, it is our blood purchased right Stand your ground, do not flinch the dreadful fight!