The Stolen Goods

Brown hands are red in the white sea Picking white things in the scourging yellow Tired drops of sweat fall from the bodies Skin deep beauty stolen from the Mother Land Forced to travel in hell on water Brought to the White Land to serve the superior Cry little girl don't you stop For your mami and daddy are rotting fruits on a tree Soon master will grab your brown neck with his white claws Billie Holiday sweetly sang in Strange Fruit: "Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh" The stolen bodies only plain existed in life But now they are spirits and alive in death For in Heaven power voices sweetly sing FREEDOM AT LAST!