In the canvas of history, painted in hues bold and bright,
Lies a tale of endurance, of battles fought through night.
From chains of oppression to the march for civil rights,
Black souls rise, a beacon of unyielding light.

Through the storms of sorrow, through the tears and pain,
They dance with the wind, they sing in the rain.
Carving dreams from whispers, building hope from despair,
Their legacy of courage, a song in the air.

In every stride taken, in each heart that beats,
Lies the spirit of warriors, refusing defeat.
Their culture a mosaic, rich and profound,
A testament to triumph, where strength is found.

So let us honor them, in stories and song,
For in their journey, we all belong.
With pride and reverence, we celebrate their name,
The strength of shadows, forever aflame.