R.I.P. Moya Moye

He did not bend and was not cowed
    Before intimidation,
Ever a voice which rang out loud,
    A man without a nation— 

Against injustice he stood firm
    And took from Denmark Vesey
The inspiration not to squirm
    Nor take injustice easy— 

Murdered for motives yet unknown
    So Moya Moye passes,
But not curtailed the light that shone,
    As legacy amasses— 

Hence let intimidation stop,
    And with this generation
Fear and hypocrisy let drop:
    We must remake this nation.