Slave ship
Chains
Sharp casts of irons
Hell of slaves
To the sea
God on earth
Thy cried blind
I cannot see
from the ships deck
To the sea
Still of the slaves
As dark vessels ghost
Lays
Of the new world cast
A slave I stay
A dungean crate my
Sailors mate
See the eyes of a
Black human face
Burns upon a sad
Smiling race
All above we stand
Copper and blue
High the mast cradle
Cast
Neck to a slave rest
Upon a rope around
His neck
Vast despairing cries
Mast to deck human
Wrecks
Day after day flogging
Slave thee lays
In stench excrement he
Stays
Slimy body’s into the sea
O god help those who be
Sharks as far as the eye
Can see
Fathoms deep deep sleep
Follow the the hope you
Can see the the land thee
Like to be
To this upon you be free
To water buckets we sail
To a shackle iron bloody
Red stain shackled body
Remain
Pass thee by weary slaves
Upon the hell for this I say
To the drums of the beat go
Thy heart glows for another
Day
And to that a plantation where
God we lay
Translantic slave trade
15 to the 19 century
Slave transport to the
New world
About 3 to 4 millions
African died to slave
Labour
