Come Ye (an excerpt)

What strength you hold 
in the palm of your hands
the stride of your walk
the root of your stand
Come Ye righteous Warriors
and make a bridge for me
What price will you pay 
for your soul to know freedom
the battle is a spiritual war
as sure as slavery is genocide
and homeless Africans 
is stolen pride, wake-up 
Jihad at your door...
Come Ye Warriors
Come Ye Soldiers
Come Ye Armies of God
Come Ye Men both young and old
I have carried the weight for too long
Come Ye like your Ancestors came
brave, bold & strong
Come Ye armies of God and chant a prayer for me
chant a prayer for me...chant a prayer for me...

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman (1st published in "The Stride of Our Walk...The Root of Our Stand" - 2001)