In chains of iron, souls were bound,
Beneath the sky, on stolen ground.
The whip’s cruel crack, a haunting sound,
In silent cries, their voices drowned.

Through fields of sorrow, they would tread,
With dreams of freedom, in their head.
The past’s dark shadows, brightly spread,
On paths of pain, where tears were shed.

Yet hope remained, a beacon bright,
Amidst the darkness, piercing light.
In unity, they saw the fight,
A future free, within their sight.

From shackles freed, they rose anew,
With strength and courage, spirits true.
The echoes fade, as dawn breaks through,
Their legacy, for me and you.