Unprecedented Desolation: Black Friday

We've been young for so long, and now that we're old, we know our golden souls are sold. So sad!    
Life seemed hopeless, aristocrats behaved modestly, and Africa turned into a wild forest.      
        
The young lads and ladies left for days without a trace.    
The smell of death is here, and hope has left the space.    
A black market of blacks—the multitudes of blacks are for sale on sale. That's insane!  
   
The country’s flag of hope is burned by this fraternity.      
The smoke has filled the air; it’s doom's day to humanity.      
Out of breath, helpless, still appealing for fresh vitality.    
   
Bitter pains on the faces of our parents protrude again
Starving naturally black curly haired child kept in chains    
Memories are painted in stones to endure these pains.    
In the name of elections, killings for political gains.    
        
Parental queues of slavery to the expedition of Inferno’s eternity      
Handcuffs and heavy chains buckled the ankles of our forefathers.      
Tell them we won’t forget how we were expelled from our fathers and mothers.      
Tell them we won’t forget how we were expelled from our brothers and sisters.      
   
Parents were forced into a trip of sorrow.    
What an audacity! Rewriting and distorting the true black man's history? Behold!    
Death was the only arbitrator when black lives were sold on the market for Euros.    
   
Life was hard being black while birds produced good melodies as they sung in humility.      
Massacres, Genocides turned the land wet and fertile from the bloodshed of brutality.    
Their audacity to still embody a nerve of pilfering our wealth and our independency,    
   
What a neglected power! Young adults are tortured by an army of soldiers in the streets.      
Fearless and fedup! Out of curfew, homeless children have amassed in the streets.    
Government's intentions kept our Education system too poor to enrich the minds of these kids    
   
Rejecting being a product, Souls were lost; we're making up from our leaders' historical faults.      
Insanity! Black on black. That's brutal! The road is long; we are sweating facial streams of salts.      
Hate me! Truth is true! Guilty at all Costs! The story is raw; we are suffering from historical costs.  
   
Black child. What's wrong? Stop losing hope!  
Black child. Come along! Keep cruising home!