Captured and kept against their will,
Regarded as slaves, starved, raped, and molested,
Beaten, mocked, scorned, and laughed at,
Whether their families were still alive they never knew,
For they were taken from them,
Some with wives and kids,
For only the men were taken,
Every single day the pain they went through worsen,
Their only cry was when it will ever end.

Some considered taking their own lives,
Being chained, without any freedom,
Almost naked and dirty all round,
No power to decide anything of their own,
For they were dragged along like animals,
Bodies covered with scars,
Even their foots were not spared,
Covered with sores all around their bodies,
Even after death they weren't given a burial.

Thrown away like spoilt food,
Serving as food to the vultures,
Used as gambling cards to the rich,
Their lives played as a game,
Just a round of a game determines a person being alive or dead,
Every day was another story of agony,
Yes...