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Bondage

I’ve been captured and freed and then captured again.
But it’s not fair for me and my men.
So I start running, running for my life.
I’ve got to get away from all of this strife.
But then I stop, and I realize,
I can’t go anywhere, because I’m paralyzed!
I’ve been here since the day I started to walk and crawl.
I’ll be here ‘til the day that I grow old and fall.
So spare me the explanation of different colors,
I’ll never understand why we can’t be brothers.

My wife and my babies they have taken from me.
I can’t take much more of this slavery.
My joy is gone, yes, they took it away.
Though the sky is blue I can see only gray.
Smiles are rare, but laughing even more.
It seems we’re dead, deep in our very core.
Instead of praising God when the crops are grown,
I feel so cold, I feel alone.
What about skin can cut two worlds apart?
What about color makes us “not have a heart”?

It's only fair that the people have started this war,
I only wonder if they have been here before,
'Cause I'm so helpless, I'm so helpless in these chains,
I'm in bondage!

-- Camille I., 9th-12th Grade