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They came into my village

in the middle of the night

they came with great sticks

they came to fight

their skin was as white

as an elephants tusk

their sticks against my head

were as hard as the ocean's crust

they cut my father

invaded my mother

I couldn't understand what

they were trying to discover

they killed the elders

and babies too

they took me by capture to

a ship that floats on the blue

I lay on my back with people

on the sides and top of me

I can not move a muscle

I can't even see

men holla women scream

this can't be real it feels

like a dream

I smell the bowels of the

person on my side

I don't want to look

I think he died

I never see the light

it is always dark

I can hear the thumps

on the ship by the many sharks

the man on my chest has let

his water run down my legs

I can feel small animals

crawlng on my head

I want to sleep through

this misery and never open my eyes

I did nothing to deserve this I want to die