I ponder, is this by fate ordained?
Still bound by slavery’s chains.
Despite our father’s ghostly plea,
harsh institutes remain.

So long this *******, yet constrained,
a people’s liberty.
A common voice now to proclaim,
set this people free!

All pray to comfort those who grieve
beneath the hallowed ground.
Forefathers gain their good relief
when liberties abound.

Sing loud, a verse from freedom’s strain,
subdued two hundred years.
A chorus now free from restrain,
unfettered by their fears.

To toil for foul oppression cease;
its sting to rage no more.
Ideals that respite in such peace,
or slain brave by the sword.

Covet not oppression’s purse,
the foolish man’s reward;
sought by blood, to be dispersed,
a source of labor’s scorn.

We crave, our precious sons and daughters rise
To stake their rightful claim,
as mothers sew their seed and cry,
go forth child, bear your given name!