By the force of an iron fist

Scarred faces turned towards the sun

I sat and wept upon the ground

That a hard day's work was done


By the force of the iron binds

That held our ankles in deathgrip

Keeping the souls of the people inside

Slaves to the hate of the men with the whip


By the force of the will of the people

With skin like cream, like cotton

Our freedoms rested in their barren hands

And if one escaped, they shot him


Because of our chocolate skin            

These are the forces that bound us

The End

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