That the system never bought cha.

Through protests, wars and civil strife

You spoke your truth Avotcja.

 When rains of justice turned to drought,

That was when we sought cha,

To lift your head and raise your voice,

And spit your truth Avotcja.

And there you were so sure and strong

And all who listened got cha.

For in your words rang clear the song

Of justice, true, Avotcja.

 So speak your truth to power's face,

Just like your momma taught cha,

And know when push comes down to shove

We got cha back , Avotcja.

OK... here's a sort of funny verse I came up with that won't be in the final version, but I got a chuckle out of it:

And when you think we're out of rhymes,

There's always still foccacia.

So spit your truth but swallow first,

Remember that, Avotcja!