We Rise.

We rise up.

From the mansions near the City.

From the streets without pity.

From the towns that grow the grain.

Bypassed by the train.

From the workers in Casinos

To the lab worker tracking neutrinos.

From the college professor

to the Revolution Theology Confessor.

To the farmworkers, dirt under their nails

To the newly enfranchised, released from jails.

From the tree sitter to the pipe fitter.

From Florida’s sands to the Arizona Wall

We rise up, one and all.

We rise up from the Mountain of Stone

We don’t rise alone.

We rise and make the crooked road straight.

We rise up and control our fate.

We Rise.