We tried to protest but to no avail
Ours is a journey not of our will, for on it we wail
Row, row they scream and with whips they strike.
Our faces filled with tears, for we all look alike
Our fathers heads, pinned on spikes why? We are black
Food, clothing, this and many more we lack
Yells and abuses, screams all on our head, they say we are slack
If we fall asleep or faint they whip and say we are whack
Our spirits have been broken, we try to see our future, but it's all too dark
Our captors have no regard for us, to them, we're freaks
Monkey they call us at all times, and yet we have been starved for weeks
How long will the monkey labor without banana, as we beg to die
The young ones as consolation simply ask, God why?
Why did you make us this way, we never requested to be black
All we prayed for was to have a good life and make our mark
Now all we wish is "time, just turn back!"
We look back, in the general direction of our homes
We look back at our former lives that are now lost to us
With hands chained together, the only consolation we have is trust that our homes are not lost.
Some of us were sold, the majority of us were taken away by force
Our memories of home gradually fade away, we are forbidden to speak to each other, and that's the worst
Oppressed, dominated and scattered about, our heritage we have lost track
Bruised, broken, bleeding and sore we step onto the slave mongers market.
They tear us apart like wolves in a pack!
Oh! a foreign land we have come and here we shall die, for us, there will never be a going back
Southside TBM OrionArt
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