Whose screams were heard at the rivers edge.
Whose crying babies eaten, dead.
Who bore the tears of grief and fear,
who lived a life without love and care.
Whose beaten bodies fed the earth,
who took the rods, gave unwanted birth.
Who lived a life in vain, feeling the pangs of pain.
Who hung from trees like strange fruit.
Who laughed and scorned, of ill repute.
The answers lie in history where truth is not
a mystery.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: April 2/2010
