Malcolm X

As grief’s cruel hand cuts down our prince,
Spirit of rebellion, spirit of justice arise!
As the savage tides crash against the rocks, never more,
Revenge him, we cry.
As the ever turbulent ocean, twists and turns, now still,
Seize his spirit, seize the time!

Oh shade of justice, rape the land.
El-Hajj Malik Shabazz lives.
Oh fiery ghost riding through the mist,
Trample them, we scream!
Oh burning spirit, searing and singeing,
Scorch them once more!

They who killed him, killed themselves.
He lives within us.