Sit at the table my brethren
Martin, Malcolm, Frederick, Mandela and Nat 
For there are dangers my friends
To which we must attend
for we're the ones they're looking at

Martin, what freedom bell
Did you ring in Memphis today
And what dangers did it expel
What rages in Atlanta, will display 
And of journeys, will they live to tell

Come here Malcolm,
Mohammed's tool
Speaking so eloquently
Of things, nice and cruel
Were you a hatemonger
Or did you speak 
An un-paralled truth for others to seek
Did you stand tall
While telling it all
While others would cringe, in their booth
Did you speak, an un-parraled truth

Frederick Douglas, my dear brother
Did you help many of mothers
When you said information is
Power
Teach their African sons to read

For is this not a must, 
In he whom you entrust,
your words to rightfully heed

Mandella, in you my brother 
We see the will,
Of African pride but we hope still,
There's no other truth in which you'd abide
For we from afar 
Know the real czar
in the movement Of Apartheid

Nat your a warrior
You're a mover and a turner 
To black men, one and all others
You're the ultimate learner 
While keeping all, on their toes 
You made black men and panthers
And all others give answers
to what only you, me, and God knows

Sit at the table my brethren
Martin, Malcolm, Frederick, Mandela and Nat
There's more dangers my friends
To which we must attend
for we're still the ones, they're looking at

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This poem was aspired by some of the great
African leaders of our time, whose activism
has paved the way for freedom and equality
for African Americans. It serves as a calling
to new and upcoming leaders to pick up the
torch and keep the movement alive!