Charred and broken flesh,
Bodies fall limp from their sins,
And turn black as mud
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Their mother is there.
Their mother, is not their own
She belongs to white.
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Our heads bowed under,
With no connection to home.
Bodies lost at sea.
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The white, pure, the cotton
We could not be like cotton.
Be plucked for our sins.
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Now it is silent.
How do we outrun white men?
We hum, down under.
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