Part 1: We were robbed, yet we act like we have no scars!

Not so long but yesteryear a system was architected.  
Dots along Africa, they settled and our foes connected.  
       
Thousand thousands of blacks for sale on sale. So insane!
Imprisoned thousands of black parents for slave. Soaking pain!
Thousand houses left abandoned for days and it's going stale!
Housed thousands lads/lasses in the name of RDP. "I'm so in pain!"
    
Transactions! Who is the seller? Who is the buyer?
Distractions! Good risk assessors, Ruth Melissa Meyer
Actions! Doin’ business letters. cool season and prices higher
Reactions! Cool business center and fools risen higher.
Interactions! School pernicious errors with their little liars
      
We came from so far to just mute without saying a word.  
Emotional pains in the hearts of our parents in sad and deep pain.  
A naturally black and hungry child with curly hair left in pain  
The only sound is from the painful outcry and grenades.  
The young lads and ladies are left without any trace.  
The smell of death is here, and hope has left the space.  
       
Dreams we chased are now fading into thin air.  
Unfortunately, another memory I’m forced to embrace  
A morning’s rouse from bed is a stimulant for the pain.  
I have amplified and painted memories to endure this pain.  
Yes, both of my parents were forced on a sorrowful trip.  
Out of care, few homeless children have filled the streets.  
Young adults are tortured by an army of soldiers in the streets.  
Camouflaged foreign troops army hating our state of peace  
       
Birds produced good melodies as they sang in humility.  
The land and fertile is wet from the bloodshed of brutality.  
The country’s flag of hope is burned by this inferno's fraternity.  
The smoke has filled the air; it’s a doom to humanity.  
Out of breath, helpless, and still appealing for vitality  
Parental queue of slavery to the expedition of mortality  
       
Heavy chains buckled at the ankles of our forefathers  
We won’t forget how we were expelled from our fathers.  
We won’t forget how we were expelled by our mothers.  
It’s funny how we call ourselves today’s kings and winners.  
It’s funny how we call ourselves today’s kings and winners.  
       
We were robbed. We were made to believe in their prophecy!  
Our country has been messed up for the love of the money!      
My country is bleeding but it’s fine because I show no scars!