Chained hands, Chained legs,
All in one voice cry,
Unsteady as an egg,
Mixture of blood and tears.

Held in an uneasy state
Never given a chance to speak,
Left behind in all man's fate,
They scorn all on black with hate.

Can we change our colour?
Should nature be questioned
Why then are we scorned?
Bounded and restricted from all.

Against all odds we try to speak
We strive to raise a voice
We are regarded as making noise,
Never a chance were we given to speak.

We were never regarded as equal,
They claimed to be higher than us,
Made us see life as though a cage,
To regret on how we are made.

Weapons and chains were used against us
Prisons and gates were closed against us,
All we had was our voice and pens,
That was all we used as defense.
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