21 July 2012

We all sit in the back Wondering who's next to leave Next to serve a new master Life-long to work and heave

We all range from Little 4 year olds To teens ready to escape From working the coals

We sit in the back Bump, bump, bump This street is made of brick We've memorized it, whilst we slump

We're a big batch In the beginning Then strangers take us Its really never ending

Then we hear the sirens Come to a screeching stop Wouldn't be the first We child slaves were sold to a cop

Bang, bang, bang The trucks wide doors Slowly creak open Then searching lights find us, sitting on the floor

It's pitch black But we're all blinded Searching lights Kept us dumbfounded

One by one We crawled out Searching lights started to dissappear As we were told, to have no more fear

Now here we are Brothers and sisters Some still slaves Getting big blisters

Then there's us lucky few Who were saved Before we were separated And living in a cave

Now here we lie Thanks to the searching lights A real home where we can stay Without any frights.

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