Chains broken, curse lifted
hands free, slavery shifted

Tears dried, prosperity restored
returning to motherland, all
who desire come on board

Communicate in the ways of are mother
can we remember?
Being taught the ways of a westerner,
forced me to change my name last December

Native, traditions, lost at sea, tradition
of the white man is all I see

No real sense of identity, a wondering soul
these words define me

Are people ,were spread far and wide
Some many tortured so many died
I still hear the screams as the blood
of the innocent cries

Some of us settled or escaped to
England, U.S, Caribbean the north ,east, west side
Wherever we are remember we are one people
one nation, one race, one pride

I wish I could turns the hand of the clock
change peoples perspective about are colour
ask hate to lose its hold over people’s minds
nullify its blinding power command it to stop

Value us for who we are and not
the prototype you produce with our
women
stop refusing to recognise that we
to are human

Count us worthy, shake are hand
make us feel apart of society
accept us in your land

But my heart is longing, longing
For the day I would prostrate
Instead of shake hands
Eat my traditional dishes
Instead of universal dishes
Like lasagne, chips and cheese flan

Sail back to were I was once happy
But forcefully taken, shackled and heavy laden

Restore me onto the sand which I knew to well
And the sun that used to beat my skin like hell

Were morals were regarded essential and respect and power
Could not be put up for sale

Restore me to my hut beside the river oh the smell
Surrounded by waters of life is were I want to dwell

Welcome me back to my home, help me forget
My past obstacles even my problems at hand
Give me a sense of peace and fulfilment
Return me to the motherland