We must not raise our fists and fight
We must not shout and scream.
We must not hurt our brother we should not tare him down.
We must not deny our sister we must raise her strong.
We must not reject our poor we cannot let them down.
We must not shame the broken we must not point and stare.
We must not laugh in the faces that know pain.
We must not be slaves.
We must a force without fists we must take up a pen.
We must walk down to Selma we must cross the river grand.
We must hold our mother's withered hand we must help our father.
We must pick flowers for those without we must not shed no blood.
We must walk the path of resistance and we must not resist.