~I~

A great sword was fashioned in the pit of hell;
a sword, very sharp; it must not prevail.
It remained in its sheath for eons concealed;
but now it has risen its terror is real.

~II~

This sword is racism; its piercing mankind ;
dividing the races with hatred and strife.
Is tinted with blood; nothing scapes its path;
spreading its venom; pouring out its wrath.

~III~

The innocent's blood is crying out loud;
blacks, whites, or whoever; man, be not proud.
Let's all work together to end all this pain;
racism is a cancer that flows through the veins.

~IV~

This glittering sword must go back to its sheath;
let's all end this madness; put it to death.
Tomorrow our children will reap seeds of peace;
for racism's sword has ended its deeds.