The American Holocaust
How many died fighting not to get caught?
How many died on those ships, in their chains?
Or, died in those fields with nothing to gain,
Overworked after they all had been bought.
Who died, trying to flee where he was brought?
How many died from the whip and the pain;
At the end of a nuse, where they remain.
Is there a number that you have been taught?
You allowed us to go without a count,
Washing your hands clean of the blood splatter.
Blood was spilled, but we can not count an ounce,
To quiet your "questionable" chatter.
So, if we could come up with an amount,
Then you "might" understand that it matters.
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