What will we do
When the skies are all gray
And the trees have all bent toward the ground?
What will we do
When our brother has died
And our sister is nowhere to be found?
Who will save us
When we're pressed toward the wall
And the firing squad learns genocide?
Who will save us
When we're dodging the law
And the color of our skin won't let us hide.
Where will we go
When the gas bombs will fall
And the nations will crumble away?
Where will we go
When the truth sets us free
And we must die to live another day?
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