Sing me a song of the Revolution
Marching like fire over the world,
Weaving from the earth its bright red banner
For the hands of the masses to unfurl.
Sing me a song of the Revolution
Drowning the past with a thunderous shout:
Filled with the strength of youth and laughter,
And never the echo of a doubt.
O mighty roll of the Revolution,
Ending the centuries of bloody strife,
Ending the tricks of kings and liars,
Big with the laughter of a new life.
Breaking the bonds of the darker races,
Breaking the chains that have held for years,
Breaking the barriers dividing people,
Smashing the gods of terror and tears,
Cutting, O flame of the Revolution,
Fear from the world like a surgeon's knife,
So that the children of all creation
Waken, at last, to the joy of life.
-Langston Hughes
Marching like fire over the world,
Weaving from the earth its bright red banner
For the hands of the masses to unfurl.
Sing me a song of the Revolution
Drowning the past with a thunderous shout:
Filled with the strength of youth and laughter,
And never the echo of a doubt.
O mighty roll of the Revolution,
Ending the centuries of bloody strife,
Ending the tricks of kings and liars,
Big with the laughter of a new life.
Breaking the bonds of the darker races,
Breaking the chains that have held for years,
Breaking the barriers dividing people,
Smashing the gods of terror and tears,
Cutting, O flame of the Revolution,
Fear from the world like a surgeon's knife,
So that the children of all creation
Waken, at last, to the joy of life.
-Langston Hughes