could you ever understand
things done by another man?
did they fill your heart with fear
when on this land they did appear?
from a heritage so strong
you were threatened before long
and enslaved them to your homes
while spit 'round your dead mouth foams
barking like a rabid dog
beating them with sticks and logs
as they stand bent and broken
their bodies made a token
of money, power and greed
made to plant the farmer's seed
never knowing freedom's charms
as manacles clamp their arms
the cotton fields the only place
where tenderness touches their face.