It runs deep
the root of the soul
of a people
snatched by the life
and limb
from the humble
abode of what they called
home
to be dragged
through resistance
to travel a road
never known
seen or heard
the words said,
go back where you
came from
with no thought
to the remembrance
of ancestors past
who transported
the masses
to a land
we never dreamed of seeing
slaving over or serving
where we come from
is no longer
a choice
we have to be
comfortable
where we are or
die
trying
crying
praying
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