All trickers were spot on natives.
We were given monotonous jobs,
Sips and gulps were morbid
Sleeping with one eye.
Whites were facially morose.

Our motion was as fast as race.
The mob was in a fear, their
Eyes captured only a helpless frame.
Father you came, brushed them
Aside, mobile us to freedom.

Our father, violent father
All treat and threats were like water
Under the bridge, your
Kids are in motionless.