This is no nursery rhyme
It happened in our clime
Civilisation held no ground
Justice couldn't be found

Three young men,ambitious
Like you and I, but curious,
They went in search of bread
Where even angels fear to thread!

From errors who is free
I am sure neither you nor me
So who cast the first stone
Destroying their flesh and bone?

How can a nation move farward
With much innocent blood?
How can we seek peace
When we lack justice?

You are gone brothers
Let this be a lesson to others
Our struggles mustn't go inertia
Aluta Continua,victoria acerta!