It is the word they fear,
Drawing us one to the other,
Letting the living hear
The dead man call him brother.

They have filled the cities with dead
To hush the powerful word,
But the syllable has been said
And the syllable will be heard.

Man to woman shall say:
"Let us breathe with our mingled breath
New shapes from the body's clay;
Love is longer than death"

As the tyrant reaches to kill,
Father has heard from son: "
Though the hand of love is still,
The deed of love will be done"

Nation to nation shall speak:
"The tyrant's day is a span.
We are brothers. Boundaries break.
The earth belongs to man"

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