Transported to America
Like hogs and sheep we march in drove
Suffer the heat, endure the cold.
We're almost naked, as you see
Almost bare-footed as we be
Suffer the lash, endure the pain
Exposed to sun, both wind and rain.
See how they take us from our wives
Young children from their mother's side
They take us to some foreign land
Make slaves to wait on gentlemen.
Oh Lord, have mercy and look down
Upon the race of the African kind
Upon our knees pour out our grief
And pray to God for some relief..
Contributed by giorgio - 2011/2/8 - 14:44
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