Shall we sing out once more
Our hymn of freedom
Our song of liberation,
Our ode to the people's progression
To heights of truth and justice at last.

Shall we gather once more
In the bars of raucous stimulation,
In the pubs of public contemplation,
In the saloons of defiant inspiration
Against our constant slavish subjugation.

Shall we march in formation
Through the byways of resistance,
Through the avenues of dominance,
Through the boulevards of concupiscence
Mounting the barricades of righteous truculence.

Shall we dance together
Joining hands in sisterhood,
Joining arms in brotherhood,
Joining hearts as humankind
Creating our own world of equality.

Shall the world continue
With the unworthy in power,
With the guilt worthy in charge,
With the blameworthy suckling
At the breast of the mother of justice.

Shall it simply be accepted 
That the past was just a prelude,
That the present is the way it is,
That the future will not be changed
And all hope for progress will disappear.

Shall the halls of our youth
Stay empty and echoing with silent
Dreams in the swirling dust of tearless loss
Without hope of redemption and expectation
Of the coming world of trust and virtuousness.

It shan't come to pass
That our hymn of freedom,
That our song of liberation,
That our ode to the people's progression
Might be buried beneath the contempt of the few.

Amen.