Brown hands are red in the white sea
Picking white things in the scorging yellow
Tired drops of sweat fall from the bodies

Skin deep beauty stolen from the Mother Land
Forced to travel in hell on water
Brought to the White Land to serve the superior

Cry little girl don't you stop
For your mami and daddy are rotting fruits on a tree
Soon master will grab your brown neck with his white claws

Billie Holiday sweetly sang in Strange Fruit:
"Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh"

The stolen bodies only plain existed in life
But now they are spirits and alive in death
For in Heaven power voices sweetly sing: "FREEDOM AT LAST!"