The Start of the End of My Village

One day herding my animals The other, tending our crop Strangers out of the distance To them, we knew not The colour of our skin Is with these distant men On arrival at my village We are herded into a pen Our women and children screaming Warriors manacled and chained Treated like this in our homeland Degraded mistreated, unexplained The next day we witness our nightmare Our village ransacked and burned Six hundred marched to the coastline Our existence overturned The coast we eventually reach A ship, The Brooke's sits offshore Ferried out on their longboats For our future, remains unsure Many weeks at sea Grown men cower in corners In the bowels of this infested ship Families have become mourners Tilbury Docks we berth As i look around and see From over 600 villagers Around 300 left and me http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/slavery.php