Galleons prepared for the ride loaded with the nation's raw source of labor
With not a courtesan in the swarthy bunch
So intolerably loathsome was the stench of the kidnapped that the air was unfit for respiration
The chained turned delirious from the weight of their fate
Their brutish tempers curbed
By ten to twenty lashes
The pain made them abate their
Courage and beliefs
In Coffles They Were Led
Their brutish tempers curbed
By ten to twenty lashes
Wrists and ankles bruised
From the weight of fetters
May Christian faith release us from this guilt
So that we may uphold our mission
May Christian faith release us from this guilt
So that we may never be led
All that is injurious to our existence must be annihilated
Someday this ruinous practice will come to haunt our peoples and our cultures
