The story of fathers we tell,
Chained, beating, walking in desert land.
Moving down the coast,
To the door of no return,
Saying goodbye to their beautiful soul.
Their heart melts with pain,
Tears of blood in their eye,
no help from anyone.
Walking in desert,
No water to drink,
Their strength fail them.

Them get to monument statue,
The door of no return.
Watch the ocean waiting for the ship
To depart,
Saying goodbye to their soil
Where then were born,
To the land, there know not.

The merchant price them like fishes,
The merchant select them like weavils
Found in bean.

The girls satisfy their master
Emotional desire.
Our father cried like women
Due to torture.
Some move on like soldier
To the strange land,
Other chose death
Strangling themselves with their
Chain.
Some chose to joint d fishes in
The ocean.

ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL