Slavery?
¶ 1
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Bewildered black skins, stolen from home
Shackled together, away ‘cross the foam
Pounding of hearts, expressions of hurt
Beaten and abused and treated like dirt
¶ 2
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Affluent smile shamefully, cargo sold
To work for masters, do as they’re told
A depth of suffering, only they know
Bitter winds of racism, to this day blow
¶ 3
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Country to country, they sell their wares
Millionaire footballers, with few or no cares
Sports cars, diamonds, money to save
Bewildered black skins, turn in their grave
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