First, they Came to Take our Fathers Away

First, they came to take our fathers away
To toil and sweat for fairer skins faraway
This they did against their feel, wish or will
Those who resisted were whipped, stripped or killed
And never to see their kith and kin again
And their seeds disconnected from their roots
But now, history has played again:
The roots they left behind the clime
By their feel, wish and will
They scramble, struggle and strive
They save and sell all their life
They starve and serve and give a bribe
To reach the lands where their fathers were taken slaves
And there they live as willing slaves