Beneath the velvet moonlit sky

In which the brilliant diamonds lie,

The Royal African on the crystal sea,

Queen of that silver glass is she.

But beneath the deck of one so serene,

Beneath the deck of this ocean queen,

A monstrosity her crew thinks nothing of,

Below, the captives of those above.

Blacks—

            The captives of Whites.

People—

            The captives of people.

Where once there was freedom, now are there chains,

Their lives destroyed for a few men’s gains.

Stripped of their freedom, taken from home,

Hundreds of people, now tied and alone.

Blacks—

            The captives of Whites.

People—

          The captives of people.

Taken from a place of family and friends

To a place of torturous work without end.

At the mercy of those merciless as can be,

Who view these people as just “property”.

From a normal life of work and play

To a harsh life of hard work all day.