Thou sounds of whipstrokes
Soul imprisoned,
Waiting freedom,
Yet an impossible solace.

Hearing their voices,
Coming from the afar off.
The scars on their backs,
Showing no signs of liberty.

Slaves,
Oh slaves,
Like a herd of cattle,
Placing them on ships.

Waving their goodbyes,
A sign of surrender.
Their mouth crying out,
An imprisonment of padlock and chains.
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