The depth of our pain doesn’t have roots in our land
So I choose to blame the oceans and not the man
They do what they want so we only do what we can
We dance our culture and sing our sorrows
They are fans today but thieves tomorrow
Our tied hands did not lend to borrow
I always bathe in old rocks, staring angrily at the waters
The grains of sand are quite like myself and my daughters
Brought to life by this element and brought here to be slaughtered.