In the heart of history’s shadowed lanes,
Where whispers of struggle and triumph dance,
Black voices rise like timeless refrains,
Crafting legacies with every chance.

From fields of toil to cities’ might,
Their spirit, resilient, ever bright,
Through chains and tears, they claimed their right,
To dream, to soar, to reach new heights.

With every stride, they break new ground,
In art, in science, their names resound,
Stories of pride and joy abound,
In every corner, their echoes found.

So let us honor, let us sing,
Of Black people’s enduring spring,
Their strength, their grace, their boundless wings,
A tapestry of hope they bring.