With wings I sprout
This is the life we were born into, Toiling from dawn till dusk, Receiving no pay, The skin on our backs; Dried and flaky, So much as a cuss And the whips came down with a fury. "We will work them to the bone, Work them till they slump, Work them until they have used up every last drop of blood in their bodies, And after that, we still won't let them rest." Our people taken from their homes, Some through force With gunpowder and lead, Some through their lust, Captivated by the beauty of the alie
