Balad

Life was ver unfair
When you were a slave
No one took any care
You had to be brave

They wer put up for sale
With nowhere to hide
Young, old, male or female
No one on their side

Often taken away
Left with no mother
Not ever a good day
There for eachother

A long day of working
Hot under the sun
Getting lots of whipping
Always want to run

In the dark, late at night
The brave ones set forth
Without any light
Off to the free North



Slavery
I couldn't think of any thing else.