i cry i bleed
now i cry tears of blood
cause i am feeling things i dont think i should
they work me they beat me then they take me away
then they wake me up in the morning just to beat me today
in my foot there is a whole
and now they whip my soul
because i have no flesh left
so how could i be sold
my back burns as i turn over in my bed
master says i have done nothing
my question is what havent i did
i have worked the feilds and pick the cotton
my feet on dirt but you had me moppin
now i am mad no i am angry
cause theres bodies droppin
i am tired of your mess
so i will fight back
there is no way i will lose
though its your white skin i lack
i am the truth and your a lie
no more will i bleed and no more will i cry
my flesh has perished, but my soul has not died
and i declare from now and forever
this is my 'war cry'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good emotion pop out of this well done