God gave us legs to stand tall
And demand the tyrant's fall,
The same legs we use to run,
And we curse and cry
As the bullets fly...
Too long we have been pressed
Into fetal balls of fear,
Heads bowed, and silent, lest
The rich ones in power hear
The anger in our hearts,
The discontent and trampled dreams...
But now, something snapped -- it starts!
Fueled by hope and hate,
The great uncurling rise
As freedom finds its legs
And stands, backs straight
We have fire in our eyes...
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