They should have left Jesus in his tomb
It would have served us well
Leave the dead
Sleeping in their coffins
The living would sleep better still
Serve the living
Glorify our heartbeats
Sing songs praising the universe
Write poems about justice
Celebrate humanity
Talk with the old
Play with the young
Onward marching soldiers
Marching hand in hand
With the mark of stardust
As our only brand
We, the loyal master
Leads against folklore
forward into kinship
See our banners flow
