Remembering  the sounds
of your moaning
calling
Of names that were  left over the water
 as we journey to
Bondage
with the water slapping
the side of vessels
song of brave warriors  shout out
met waves from side to side
All our peoples  rock back to front
As all heave  with   feelings of nausea
the slop went
Over the side to feed
trail of waiting sea demons
Who would feast on those
who choice would be death
Instead of bondage
On unknown  journey in pain
As suffering brutally
So many deaths were at hand
 nations lost whole
tribes gone
people forgotten in
harsh manner 
we were to received no mercy
On the water or on the land
Thank our ancestors
that cross the waters
We here with our skills
In chain’s we push along
Into trouble times that
Raped murder torments
Uneducated push down
Step on were order of the times
Sick as we be the auction block
Was here to degraded
Some how our peoples of these
Journey still here
seek truth and self-determination