by Melanie Carr



       Drip Drop

          Drip Drop


       Blood stains the ground

       Empty hands swallow

          The guilt-----


Slice by demonic hands


     Pain mesmerize their eyes

     Blinded by scorching sun


           We weep, We moan, We want relief!


           Hold on little brotha, Hold on little sista


            He is coming to save us!

            He is coming to save us!


     When will he save us?

     We shall neva know


     Branded, Bonded, Limbless------

     Soaking in sweat and tears

     Longing for better days

     Open their hands to the Most High


     He can’t hear us, he won’t listen


     Pray little brotha, Pray little sista

     Someday there will be peace-----