If they wail, do you hear them,
If they hail free us, do you listen,
When they scream out like church bells,
Do your ears hear, them echoing,
Echoing a notion of their emotions,
Do you see its scale, weightier,
Mightier not to steer them on a voyage,
Not to steal their future,
Like a tempest on shores,
Coming like a hurricane,
To Jail their rights, imprison their dreams,
Do you hear them out of their soul crying,
Trying not to become, what they don't want,
To become trafficking sucking their blood,
As they are abused with burdens, their burdens are always sudden,
So do you feel their pains, or is it only your gain you wanted.
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