First you're born to be bread,
than they've severed head,
know belong is Family dread,
moves so quickly to Country fed.
Targeted for the mark of lead,
must be tough to strengthen met,
Society denies as Person tries,
keeps it hidden to promote demise.
So as the slave trade moves the where,
it will not matter the fare is stair,
built to whips of certain tips,
the held imposed a different trip.
Up, Up, Up the Zoo did sip,
guilt is worn as Nation knows,
their love for destruction so predisposed,
that Singers song spoke well and strong.
Generous lives to smashing mine,
people brew behind the spine,
dirty walks to opened talks,
spreading filled the gossiping locks.
I live in a State meant to Unite,
however the happenings are blown to a kite,
the World at large should take a good view,
humanity pukes as morals abuse.
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