Still we march...Still we dream. Still we Bleed.

We have come a long way from stolen days

Of tears shed on ships in memory

Of Momma Africa.

Still we Bleed.

Women have come a long way from The Suffragettes

A march of bold women

Still we Bleed.

Men have come a long way from Tyranny

Chasing empires over tortured bodies of innocent

Strewn across the world

Still they Bleed...As new tyrants arise.

Humanity progresses and regresses

The Red of our lifeblood ebb and flow accordingly

Crimson tides beat against the shore

Shouting tales of those before.

We rise, we fall**etched in time's relentless expanse

Hands build empires, then let them slip

hopeful eyes darken, dreams eclipse.

Yet from the ashes, voices resonate

A new dawn beckons, arise, heed the bugle's call.

Blood-red rivers forge the way

marking price and cost we pay

Progress shines, then turns to dust

cycles bound by fate and trust.

Still we march, still we dream

Still we Bleed!

Laced within the ceaseless stream

Human hearts, still bold

paint the world in red.

Arising cleansed, we start anew...

Blood washed away. Rivers of water flow...unshackled!

UNCHAINED!