A Strength You Can't Slaughter

Crowding the streets Boycotting the bus Any action that could draw attention to us We will do it rushed To try and budge out of this rut You spawned our figures with your hateful slurs Malcolm X or Maya, both molded by those words that you'd spit and stir You were their fuel and nurturer By then they couldn't be deterred We will not be torn with our poster boards Vandalize one and we'll make millions more We will not rest in our Sabbath best Sunday has become a day for protest Gas mask monsters with doberman hogs Strike us with batons while we try to walk on In the Selma march to the capital of wrongs Jazz coated terms, Harlem arts and herds Our sub-nation was bursting with vibrance and verve A strength you can't slaughter or massacre And that endeavor will never work