Thy Brother, Oh Brother, we stand alone,
Thou say thy color is what composes man’s contrast,
Isn’t thy body but skin and bone?
Must man clash and shed dismay from amass?
Thou shall not be the one to hang thy brother from the tree,
Hasn’t suffering filled the mans soul?
We shall fight back from the oppression of thee!
No more will we pay the Toll!
March we walk hand in hand,
Together the miles paved with thy brothers,
Brutality will never break happiness from our band,
Brothers walk through, and remember our mothers,
Forever this day ...