For Malcolm's eyes, when they broke the face of some dumb white man, For Malcolm's hands raised to bless us all black and strong in his image of ourselves, For Malcolm's words fire darts, the victor's tireless thrusts, words hung above the world change as it may, he said it, and for this he was k**ed, for saying, and feeling, and being/ change, all collected hot in his heart, For Malcolm's heart, raising us above our filthy cities, for his stride, and his beat, and his address to the grey monsters of the world, For Malcolm's pleas for your dignity, black men, for your life, black man, for the filling of your minds with righteousness, For all of him dead and gone and vanished from us, and all of him which clings to our speech black god of our time. For all of him, and all of yourself, look up, black man, quit stuttering and shuffling, look up, black man, quit whining and stooping, for all of him, For Great Malcolm a prince of the earth, let nothing in us rest until we avenge ourselves for his d**h, stupid animals that k**ed him, let us never breathe a pure breath if we fail, and white men call us f*ggots till the end of the earth.