The weather condition here is far different from that of our father land
I became paranoiac as everybody around looked like the captors
Couldn’t find even an answer to the volcanic questions that erupted from my head
On a straight line,we were marched to a plantation,
Where we worked without being fed
Was this why father sold me to this nation?
Carcasses of my dear brothers has become a daily norm to behold
Will there be an end to this UNENDING sorrow?
I pray to see the day and night of tomorrow.