A cry for mercy
Whispers if fear
Those were the voices
Of the yester year
He had just left
The breast of his mama
To play with his friends
Down by the river and
There, he was captured
A shackled of chains was then
Bound to his figure
And he was sold for a very little price
To the highest bidder
He became a slave forever
My heart goes out
For this true story retold
They were captured, beaten
And then they were sold
A story told by his for father
About the great loss of his human empire