Come forth, the one of you that brings,
That builds, that with his shoulders,
Can hold the world in balance.
You! scraping floors,
You! writing code,
You! writing words,
The world is cracked,
Inside we see old history,
We see our ancestors,
We see ourselves,
The world is changing,
It boils, as history makes way,
It is our choice,
The choice of every generation,
To build or to destroy.
Let’s not repeat the same old tune,
Let’s be the first, original.
No need to destroy what fathers built,
What mothers raised.
With reason, with evidence.
With words and not swords.
With open hearts and planted feet.
Come forth! and history will not repeat itself.