I watched until my eyes burnt out.
Never took a stand to fight.
Now on this soapbox I stand high.
Wonder who will hear this cry.
My hands are feeble, my hands are weak.
But on this platform I won't be meek.
It's time to take that fateful plunge.
Fingers curled into spears, ready to expunge.
Fight for the right to speak your peace.
For freedom we will not still our speak.
Got our olive branch ready for waving.
White flags made out of paper.