Cecelia Weir - No Name

They were boarded on a ship
They were given a way to live.
Forced not to use their language
And traditions they could not give.

They were individually slaughtered
Some mutilated and beaten.
They were deprived from mercy
And even fed to animals to be eaten.

Now proclaimed from these tribes
Great and many has now succeeded.
But no real name has been chosen
To explain the present rare breed.

Filtered and strained
With other races indeed.
So many lovely people
Don't deserve to be mistreated.

I'll live my life
With many wonders of earth.
But none has ever been so inqusitive
As the Black Mans birth.

Cecelia Weir

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