colorful spectrums wave across the sky
anthems of celebration and resistance
under oppressive skies and a dull sun
voices join to sing the songs of freedom
do you hear her? the nightingale in the early evening
the voice of nature wistfully whistling to the moon
a call to arms, a rumbling march of passion
intelligently and intentionally formed
and i rise to meet the joyous choruses
many years of past verses from the depths
"we will not be silenced. will we sing for freedom"
and with those generations, my soul resonates