The Open Wound

Sons of slavery born into this world

With numbers as names, with broken bones and digged graves

Dying fathers after decades of abuse

Sickened mothers living in an ongoing starvation, endless strangulation

We're the blind leading the blind

We pour the salt into the open wound

Of another generation

Hit by the hand of exploitation

This pain that we perpetuate

The children's sweat and blood we take

We use the weak so we can satisfy the rich

We turn blind eyes and deaf ears to suffering children with bloody tears

We're the blind leading the blind

We pour the salt into the open wounds

Of another generation

Hit by the hand of exploitation

Dive into the blood of the enslaved

In the neverending river

Can't you hear their cries?

Can't you taste their tears of ash?