Hearing the cries of thousands of slaves
Freedom, freedom they call out to me
Raising their shacked wrists two by two
Each communicating in their own native tongue
With pride and jubilee in their sparkling eyes
No one will bow, not a one will cry
For they are the reason I exist
As I raise my hand in a clenched fist
"I will not bow, nor will I cry, for I am the destiny that history can not deny!!!"
Within a moment the cries has ceased
For the suffering has been relinquished and finally solidarity can be released...