The Slave Trade Words
All beaten and chained up
I sit here alone
With no clue where my family are
I want to go back home,
I cried for my mother
But for that I was beaten
I'm starving and thirsty
I've barely eaten.
It's dark and damp and cold
While I'm sitting in the mold
I hear the people cough
And splutter,
It smells of a gutter,
I hear the captain shouting orders
To the people on the ship
My lips have dried
I cannot speak.
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