We wicked witches,
murdered midwives,
silenced soothsayers of old.
Hear our prayers
from our pyres
Oh dear progeny be bold!
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Sister-soldiers hold the center
Brother healers break the bread
Tired teachers turn truth-tellers
Wailing weepers mourn the dead!
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Vision-keepers hear our prayer
Dream creators hear our plea…
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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.
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On this hallow’s eve we hail thee
Under blue moon’s watchful eyes.
All our children, justice angels.
Hark! The revolutionaries rise!
