Now is the time,
To climb up the mountain,
And reason against habit,
Now is the time.

Now is the time
To review the barren soil of nature,
Ruined by the winds of tyranny,
Now is the time.

Now is the time,
To commence the litany of hope,
Now is the time.

Now is the time,
To disentangle vilification,
That afflicts the planet of humanity apart,
Now is the time.

Now is the time,
To vomit the remains of fascism,
Back to the bucket of imperialism,
Now is the time.

Now is the time,
To give me roses,
Not to keep them,
For my grave to come,
Give them to me,
While my heart beats,
Give them today,
While my heart yearns for jubilee,
Now is the time.

Now is the time,
To treasure the thorns of slavery,
Spear them for my grave,
Keep them for the day to come,
Where my struggling body,
Will struggle no more,
Neither roses nor thorns,
Would affect it at rest,
Now is the time.

Now is the time,
To edify authentic action,
Against pre-conceived notions of prejudice,
Now is the time.

Now is the time,
To blot out pillars of Nazism,
Now is the time.
Now is the time,
To violate the eleventh commandment,
For today’s pain is tomorrow’s imminent comfort,
Now is the time,
Yes it is the time.