We marched to the words of "We Shall Overcome" courting justice to walk by our side, seared into memory with the heat of sun
brothers and sisters, arms linked one to one beneath that day star's unblinking eye, we marched to the words, "We Shall Overcome."
We swore an oath to forego the gun, to carry only freedom's cry beneath the impassive afternoon sun,
through bludgeon and cudgel one by one, each truncheon summoning others to rise, to join in the words "We Shall Overcome."
As we embraced, the marching done, a crosshairs trained a ******’s eye to wrench malice from the indifferent sun
to hew a path in blood and bone, to rend flesh and a rasping fatal sigh . . . in the fading caress of the afternoon sun.
Beneath the eternal arc of the sun, again we will muster side by side, a sanctified chorus, whose song will be sung, let our marching echo "We Shall Overcome.”