We must not raise the hand of peace,
The hand shown free of sword,
The fist that’s clenched acceptable,
For this we must applaud?
The hand that’s open, raised and true,
The hand of peace on earth to you,
Is mocked and banned as dirt on shoe;
But we defy our masters.
We must not raise the hand of Rome,
Of Saxon, King and Slave,
The Sun Wheel or the Swastika,
For such their lives they gave.
The hand held high toward the sun,
Protected by the sword and gun
But now the wheel of fortune’s spun,
Now we defy our masters.