In the depths of night, where shadows play,
There lies a strength, unyielding, born of clay.
Through whispered winds and silent cries,
Black souls rise, where courage never dies.

Underneath the weight of history’s chains,
They march forward through the rains.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of hearts so brave and spirits bold.

In melodies of jazz and gospel hymns,
Resides a legacy that never dims.
From cotton fields to city streets,
They find a rhythm, their hearts beat.

And though the path is rough and steep,
They climb mountains, their promises keep.
In unity and love, they stand tall,
Black lives matter, they echo the call.