CRIES

If this all we care to slip,
If this all we care-not see.

If this all we brought to sea,
After all our plight we wish to sing,
Arise o compatriots,
All in disarray we pitch and sing.

Oh! This journey across the lands,
Crawling through the hands of dusts ,
And i marvel at this rot i see.

For like the ram tied to a stake,
We deep our hands into our depths to pay,
I cry for all this i see,
The sweat of my people they give,
To some unshameful whale who wait to take.

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