Gone are the days,,,
When nobody understood the pain
If not you and those within the circle.
Gone are the days,,,
When dark dungeons overflowed
With misery and despair
Of the serf
The feel of littered wastes
That made many captives fall Ill
You could tell that your destination in the door of no return had reached
The scenes
Of women being beaten and chained to cannon balls
And men being starved to deaths
Was the story that lived in the minds of the serf
Confinement cells were ready made
And Language of resistance was unheard of
Indeed those were times when
Telling the difference between humans and commodities was uneasy
As all were both products of auction
Today we live to tell the stories
Of our brothers and sisters who
Not only saw hell but lived in it
They are our history that ought not to be forgotten
But remembered in honor of the pain they went through.
