Fwap! Fwap! Fwap!
The reeds struck their sweaty backs
Sweat dripping down
Striking the hot sands they trod
Leaving behind tales of their suffering
The sun glared down on them in anger
How could the sun, in it’s all glorious splendor
Alone watching the earth,
Understand their subservience?
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Their feet slammed the dry dusty grounds with vengeance.
Unable to kick against the masters that tugged their chains.
Who put their legs to work crushing dead grounds.
The earth will suffer the pains of the slaves.
The vicious circle of life.
1, 2, 3… 3000
Their own seed slaughtered like cows for their surrender.
Helplessly watching the blood of 3000 flow
Springs during the dry season, Red
Fertilizing their labour, sprouting forth their hate
Mouths will speak
Ears will listen
Hearts will remember
… The 3000.