Drums are pounding

The feet are stomping

My hands are clenched into fists

My face is set

My mind is blocked

I have my mission

I see them

I raise the gun and aim

I won’t lose

Not even if they take me

I will not give in

I will win

The black army as many battles racked up

But the war is not over

It doesn’t matter how many times I lose

The only thing that matters is if I stand back up every time