Go, gather, my brothers,
tear the shackles apart
spare the murkiness at the port.
Befriend the mockingjay of silence
and be the nightingale of voiceless.
Go, gather, my sisters,
traverse until you suffice
off the chain you suffers.
Submerge them underneath
with the grudge beneath you.
Go, invade my friends,
the castles of racism,
the forts of atrocities,
and the walls of imparity.
Pierce my dears,
through the concrete stones
like the tsunami of hope
and the joy of victory.
Invade and invade
until the ocean finds
its tranquility..!
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