When they came.

We believed.

We fell and were slain.

No one relieved.

 

They burned our flesh.

They burned our home.

Our bodies crushed into mesh.

God left and we alone.

 

Buried alive in a mass of screams.

Hanged by thirteen to honor him.

Our body hacked to pieces, a devil's scene.

Torn to bits our limbs.

 

Mothers ravaged.

Into rocks newborns smashed.

Fathers tortured into the next world and we are savage.

In our dead drowning and lashed.

 

All cut from our torsos.

Son and daughter work till death.

Our blood exceeded the sacrificed and more so.

Our land taken, as well as our breath.

 

All he left was slavery.

Work till we see God's hand.

To them our blood, sweat, and tears are savory.

More pain than world's man.

 

Killed by the cough.

Replaced by strength.

Our children know not sloth.

Our torture is in immeasurable length.

 

We are forgotten.

Our branches called another name.

Lies we welcomed in.

Our flowers resent us and others take our shame.

 

From Canada to Brazil, Two homes gone.

More than one counts dead.

Our traditions wrong.

Off with our head.

 

Nothing done for recompense.

The majority acting, as if it never happened.

Our seeds migrate for water, so their lives may have sense.

Our lands forever ravaged and blackened.

 

Europe will reap what they sow.

It has already begun.

our brothers and sisters are growing from north to south, high and low.

Don't worry, they mean no harm, so save your breath for your lungs.

 

Despite the cruel reality, may our children repent.

May they forgive the sword.

May they say their prayers and be sent.

May they lift their voice, and listen to The Lord.