Written in Red by The Ableist Lyrics

Upon the grave of Voltairine
I bowed my head in shame to think
What would her voice say, so serene
If she looked upon our world today?

Or better yet what could I claim
If she and I were face to face
Here, now, with our earth so gray
With all it’s evident decay?

I come back to the old cliché
Of those here rolling in their graves
How could we substantiate
Their sacrifice so Herculean

Though I take on heaven’s weight
I’m not deluded by deceit
I’ve learned the power of my voice
This fly will buzz until you wake

The arm of Justice raised and bare
Her sword upheld, gleams its glare
Mothers, fathers your stern cries
Have burned my soul in this reprise:
Written in red our protest stands
Illuminate! Seize the lands!
Set it alight by roaring flame
Emancipate! Our earth reclaimed!

Do you hear the pounding drum –
The trampling feet and ceaseless hum?
And when our billion marchers come
Our martyrs will course through our blood

The arm of Justice raised and bare
Her sword upheld, gleams its glare
Mothers, fathers your stern cries
Have burned my soul in this reprise:

Written in red our protest stands
Illuminate! Seize the lands!
Set it alight by roaring flame
Emancipate! Our earth reclaimed!

There, before their five bodies
Spies words in stone indebted me
As certain as the guilt I breathe
We’ll come to claim our liberty

The arm of Justice raised and bare
Her sword upheld, gleams its glare
Mothers, fathers your stern cries
Have burned my soul in this reprise:
Written in red our protest stands
Illuminate! Seize the lands!
Set it alight by roaring flame
Emancipate! Our earth reclaimed!