Sometimes we stop and sigh,
When the going gets tougher;
And the terrain gets rougher:
Towards a warm threshold.
We falter, fail and cry:
Oh, master, let's die not!
In total submission,
We fold hands and bow,
As lions roar and rule,
This jungle of inhumanity.
Deep they dig down our throats:
their claws,
Silencing us: untamable tongues,
To prey on our possessions...
Their hangmen in courts lie:
To prove our guilt,
And behind bars have us--
Raped, robbed and castrated...
Oh, master, let's die not!
At the shores,
We're abandoned-- hopeless and helpless,
When our star vanished.
We grapple for warmth,
In an eternal wait for another:
To cut through this ageless night,
Away scare the sharks,
So we could wallow through these cold waters:
To Canaan...
We beseech you master:
Desert us not.
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