“Here, future’s voices once unheard.

To slavery lieges at golden harbors”

We will dock when vessel does

At shore where water splashes,

Where in peace all to be layed,

To treat dismayed heart’s wounds.

We will return when sun again shine.

‘Burie’ not all we unwilling left,

Broken-handle-cups, the rags.

The stools, the fabric shoe pairs.

Ode for now, to all these ‘costlys’

Dwell for now in the dust-depth.

The freedom stream solves it all,

We will return when sun again shine.

For now, to defeat our veins’ lost.

Pranks of slavery on us hurled.

We will return when crows sleep,

When their hooks are at outer shed.

When our voices exhume unfolded days.

We will return when sun again shine.