Coretta, Rosa, and Viola believed in right
To vote and be heard was their fight
To realize the dream they did demand
The Widow, the activist, the martyr did stand

Civil Rights First Lady her name was Coretta
Marched with Martin, bombed as vendetta.
Said hate is too great a burden to bear.
For non-violent widow it was unfair.
The black struggle for her never ended.
Continued the work King’s death transcended.

A seamstress, activist was her trade
In ‘55 a decision she made.
Rosa refused to give up her seat
Arrested her destiny to meet.
Tired of being treated as second class
Montgomery bus boycott came to pass
Because she sat for rights she’d demand
Now In the capital her statue would stand

Driven by hatred viewed on TV
Mother of five could not believe.
Viola drove from Detroit to offer aid
Marching to Montgomery history she made.
But on the way back white devils shot her down
On a dark highway outside of Selma town.

On justice for all, the three brave women did fight
So future generations would know what was right