We wicked witches, 

murdered midwives, 

silenced soothsayers of old.

Hear our  prayers 

from our pyres

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Sister-soldiers hold the center

Brother healers break the bread

Tired teachers turn truth-tellers 

Wailing weepers mourn the dead!

Vision-keepers hear our prayer

Dream creators hear our plea…

We bequeath to thee our power. 

We bequeath to thee our songs.

We bequeath to thee our magic.

We the wise, and we the strong. 

On this hallow’s eve we hail thee 

Under blue moon’s watchful eyes.

All our children, justice angels.

Hark! The revolutionaries rise!