Brought to this country
  on a boat, nexted to hundreds,
      in chains and shackles!

 Not knowing or understanding why
      women and children cry!

Some of us made it; other beautiful
        black bodies died.
     Looking down on the rest-
       of us; from the sky.

          Keep hope alive
       is being spoke in the
       native tongue, yet we
     can't explain this episode
    to our shining black young!

    They are numb and lost plus
     in so much pain; the stain
         that will enflame-
      the children's children
          of long lasting

      Ancestrial Pain-to come!