Those that ran the race but never came back
They that saw the other side of life
They that get lost in the monstrous trip to green land
That hope to see the other part of life in Hollywood
They cage us, beat humanity out of us in scum
Some sober and wish they never came this far
Liter by the yoke of slavery, in chains we cry
O! men from Libya why have you treated us this way
What have we done to loose our humanity to you?
Are you so obsess with us
That you took our voice, rape our women
What have you done to mother Africa?
How can you tamper the destiny of our young men
Our ladies have been traded for fewer dinaries
The day you held us captives in Tripoli
We barely remember freedom and weep for sunrise
Living like men in Kirikiri, hell became nearer to us
What can we say about our journey to Europe
Is there hope for our soot skins?
Are we abandon to fate in land of cruelty?
At last who shall be our savior in this dungeon?
Come oh! death, come and free us from this fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem