Table of Brotherhood

Sit at the table my brethren
Martin, Malcolm, Frederick, 
Mandela and Nat
For there are dangers my friends 
To which we must attend
For we're the ones they're looking at
Martin, what freedom bell
Did you ring in Memphis today?
And what dangers did it expel?
What rages in Atlanta, will display?
And of journeys, will they live to tell?
Come here Malcolm, Mohammed's tool
Speaking so eloquently
Of things, nice and cruel
Were you a hate monger?
Or, did you speak
An un-paralleled truth
For others to seek?
Did you stand tall
While telling it all
While others would cringe, in their booth?
Did you speak, an un-paralleled truth?
Frederick Douglas, my dear brother
Did you help many mothers
When you said information is power
Teach their African sons to read?
For is this not a must,
In he whom you entrust, 
your words to rightfully heed?
Mandela, in you my brother
We see the will, of African pride
But we hope still,
There's no other truth in
which you'd abide
For we from afar
Know you're the real czar in this, 
the movement of Apartheid
Nat, you're a warrior
You're a mover and a turner
To black men, one and all 
You're the ultimate learner
Keeping all, on their toes
You made black men and panthers 
And all others give answers
To what, only you,
me, and God knows
Sit at the table my brethren
Martin, Malcolm, Frederick
Mandela and Nat
There's more dangers my friends
To which we must attend
For we're the ones, they're looking at