We are the sons and daughters of all the freedom fighters.
And there are still many rivers to cross.
Hands in the air, screaming loud and clear for freedom, justice and equality.
There is no black or white, there is only right and wrong.
We are unknown heros, we are flesh and we are blood.
We are the great future.
We need to get back to the joy of living.
We are five fingers of an empty hand.
But together, we can also be the fist.
Sometimes change can be as simple as two hands reaching for one another.
Clap your hands.