When darkness comes
and light won’t speak
play hard those drums
and here it beat

For life held none but bold defeat
as death took man and all his pride

As death took man and left no pride
we still stand strong with grief inside

And greif shall live as immortal breaths
For greif is why these drums still beat

Hold back and with one God’s command
You’ll spit your hate and take my hand

Maybe then will our colors blend
and show the world this is the end

To racist dreams
for races speak
no more, no less
than an ageless street

This poem was written/submitted by Ahlam.