Like Death for Pain
Celeste Stanley

What has become of this outcasted race
That has planted sweet fruits upon the field
Denied, obscured, unable to taste
What their mothers had planted for them to yield
Centuries have robbed them from this earth
Have cast them into their eternal bed
Like children denied from their proper birth
They found a home among the dying and the dead
Starving and waiting for liberation's sign
After Christian crusades drowned Africa in the flood
Its offspring watched history from behind
And found themselves up to their necks in blood
Robbed and cheated of victories yoke
The death-smitten searched for sufferings end
Others that were lost in the dust and dying from the smoke
Prayed and waited for their chains to unbend