Singing without sound

O! I hear the song of my dead friends,

They who were shown injustice because of the color of their skin

While black is beautiful to me, it is not a sin

As every breath is taken away, my soul is weakened,

But it strengthens, for I want to fight more

O! Why the dead has no voice,

I hear the song of the silenced,

But the silence is so loud and clear

Am I to know, but not do anything about it?

Why? Is not knowledge about power?

I will not let you be silenced about this silence

A man is man, a woman is a man

America is a land of the free, and freedom belongs to man

Why are we stepping on those men, when we are men?

That is because when we do so we are stepping on our own heads

Have you not realized that I am you, you are them, and they are me?

Singing without sound is the loudest sound