That day...

When all the world is treated alike
And origins are a thing of the past;
When judgement and treatment evade,
The odds of wealth and social cast;
When the colour of the human skin

          is no longer a first impression,

Then, I will talk about equality

         and I will sing freedom with passion.

When the social fabric of mankind

       is no longer sewn by ethnicity,

When the classification of man by man

      is taken an offence to dignity,

Then, I will mourn the death of oppression,

And sing freedom with passion.

But that day is far

      far out of the horizon;

The obituary of The Otherness is ready

But the freedom song is not yet written.

That day, when black and white are the same

And you are not known by one or the other;

That day, when you’re a human walking by

              someone other man with a name,

That is the day I wait with love

              that’s the day of freedom, I gather.

That day, when the pigmentation on a human face

Is nothing more important than the colour of a sheep

On that day I sing in peace,

            on that free night I sleep.