Tell the poets to speaklet their inks be heardfor they arent beautitul lharswho's words are pregnantbut the voice to the common Tell the writers to rewritethe deeds of our leaderstell them our fate is in their inksfor they're our hands Let they twenty six alphabetsbecome words for letter'swhich will speak to our leadersreminding them of true leadership Let the pregnant words of a poetbe sent to our leadeerslet there meanings be read to themfor an understanding of our pains Let the wisdomof their inks be pouredupon the heads of our leadersthat our anthem lyrics will be remembered Oh tell the poetstell the writersthey re our voice.