The Slave Trade.
Their life is a story
Made to read
To find a place in this world
If only we cared
The choice is to run
Or even to fight
If they have the will
The strength or the might
Shipped across the oceans
Fared across seas
Force to keep up
They fall to their knees
The whip comes down
On a back free of cost
The cuts ooze with blood
Another life lost
A life without meaning
As the years pass by
To work, to work
To die, to die
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