The strange land

     THE STRANGE LAND

No one comes back
After going into that
Strange land

That strange land
Meant only for the whites
That strange land
Clearly designed for the unique people

Back in those days!
Especially in the days of our forefathers
The blacks were buried
In the great Atlantic ocean

In that strange land
The blacks irritates
The blacks looks strong enough
The blacks were sold
The blacks were kept
    In a dark room
The blacks could not see the light
Their eyes almost pulling out of its sockets
Because of hunger.

In that strange land
The blacks were just a mere tools
In great pains
The blacks cried
Hoping they would be free at last!

Freedom! Freedom!! Freedom!!!
The blacks cried for silently
 "Save our generations"
The blacks pleaded.

Work-Work all days
Without food
The blacks began to look thin-
Thin-thin-thin!
Like a broom stick

In that strange land
The blacks were not wanted
The blacks smelled
The blacks color stained the whites.
    "Ush! Touch not"
Your black doesn't comes off
The whites cried out with a mischievous smile.

In that strange land
The whites like saints to the blacks
Deep down inside of them
They were covered with darkness.