We Black men of England

Too proud to cry for shame,

Let's cry a sea

Cry publicly,

Expose our very pain,

For Babylon the bandit

Is on our sisters trail,

The bad talk

And the cool walk

Will not keep us out of jail.

We Black men of England

Our guns are killing us,

How dare we?

Now hear me

How great is dangerous?

There's a fascist and a druggist

Out to get our kith and kin,

Let silent guns

Save our sons

The power is within.

We Black men of England

Excel as if in sport

For our people,

Because some people

Want to see our face in court,

When we Black men of England

Look the mirror in the face,

Through our sisters eyes

We men shall rise

As proud sons of our race.