Live and Be Free

The wind is blowing—fight, fight, fight!

From the same voices that preach unite.

There’s a very thin line that divides

In a thick atmosphere that collides—

Wrong and right, peace and peace denied.

Will it ever end?

The children cry in agony,

Like snake poison spat in the eye.

I’m Black, and I fight to stay alive.

I’m White, and I hold to my pride.

My foreign neighbors beg, steal,

and kill—

For just one piece of the pie.

Yet still, I’m standing here,

Wondering if I’m the only one left alive.

Inside, I cling to the only light,

Close my eyes, have faith,

And let my ancestors show me the way.

Guide me to that voice, steadfast and true,

That calmly speaks, “I gave My life for you…

Now live and be free.”

Free of oppression. Free of illusion.

Free of depression. Free of exclusion.

Free of color that deludes us.

Free of hate. Free of fear.

Free of silence. Free of abusion.

Free from chains unseen yet tight,

Free to breathe in love, not spite.

Free to walk, to dream, to rise,

Free to claim my sacred prize.

No longer bound by history’s weight,

No longer silenced by fear and hate.

I lift my hands, my voice, my mind—

Not just to be free, but to redefine.

Redefine what justice means,

Not painted in red but rooted in dreams.

Not written in laws that twist and deceive,

But carved in the hearts of those who believe.

Believe in more than just survival,

Believe in more than just revival.

Believe that freedom’s more

than breath—

It’s a life lived whole, not shadowed by death.

So I walk, I stand, I build, I fight,

Not with swords, but with love’s light.

Not for vengeance, not for war,

But for the peace we can’t ignore.

And if the world still turns away,

Still denies, still delays,

I’ll let my voice be thunder’s call—

A sound too great to be made small.