when the whitemen came....
with trinkets in hand....
and snatched me from...
my motherland.....
i cried silent tears.....
when he packed us in....
upon his ship....
so tight that half....
died on the trip....
i cried silent tears.....
when he placed me....
on the trading block....
and counted my teeth....
like livestock....
i cried silent tears.....
as i worked all day....
upon his land....
watching him grow rich....
from work done by my hand....
i cried silent tears.....
and when the master....
kept me....
and sold my wife....
and family....
i cried silent tears.....
and now....
that my life is at an end...
thinking about....
what could have been....
what if....
i had not cried...
but fought like a man....
and died....
i would not....
have lived as long....
but i would have lived....
proud and strong....
thinking of this....
i die....
crying my last....
silent tears....