SLAVE=HIS STORY

In the dust... lies our pain
Never to trust... this world again
When out of pride and strength and beauty we were taken
Like thunderbolts... our souls were shaken
What pain we felt... to be heartlessly sold
For a scrap of cloth... or a bit of gold
It was the white faced man... who brought confusion
Said they were our friends... yet they wrought illusion
But they did not alone... it was also our brothers
Tribe against tribe... selling out others
Not realizing... our strength was in numbers
Mandingo's kidnapped Wolofs... out of their slumbers
When unity should have... been our walk
One by one... we were broken like chalk
Just think about this... philosophy
Look at the branches... of a mighty tree
You can break one limb... over your knee
But never a bunch of ten... so easy
And that's the way... it should have been
Not getting sold out... for a jug of gin
But now it's the past... and needless to say
Our fate wasn't lucky... to go that way
Our brothers were kidnapped... across the waters
And also their wives... and son's and daughter's
To enter their journey... into the hell
That the white faced man... had spoke of so well
He called it Land of the free... and Home of the brave
but it was misery... for the black faced slave
It was the worse kind of nightmare... one could have dreaded
Our sister's were raped... our brother's beheaded
Blistering heat... in the fields of cotton
The worst punishment... one could have gotten
Pain in your back... and leg and hips
But still can't stop... for threat of whips
In slave quarters cramped... we'd lay our head
Without one comfort... not even a bed
And when we were hungry... or even thirsty
Survival depended... on Masters' mercy
We were treated as dogs... and even below
The pain we felt... you shall never know
Why?... we asked God... What have we done?
Our only dream... was to one day run
To somehow reach... the Promised Land
Where freedom would be... ours again
But the only way..we will ever be free
Is to learn the true meaning... OF UNITY!!!