Beneath the scorching sun’s cruel glare,
The fields of sorrow stretch in despair,
Bodies toil, hearts heavy with grief,
Chained souls yearning for sweet relief.

Whispers of freedom, a distant melody,
In dreams they soar, where none can see,
A land where chains shatter and fall,
A place where dignity stands tall.

The lash, a serpent’s bite of pain,
Marks their backs, leaves a bloodied stain,
Yet in their eyes, a spark remains,
A flame of hope that never wanes.

Night descends, a cloak of peace,
They gather, share tales of release,
Through darkness, strength and unity grow,
In shadows of chains, the seeds of freedom sow.