We are the People ...... SLAVES

I still can feel the shackles and cuffs, on my feet and
hands.
I can still feel the teeth marks, from the best friend of
man.
I can still feel the noose around my neck, taking my breath away while a community
cheers.
I can still hear the hate from a people who hate me, everything about me they
fear.
I can still sense the tension of a nation of slaves, who`s masters are murderers,of massive
populations.
I can still tell they hate us, it shows on their faces, they despise all the races, they`ll even destroy their own
nation.
I know they don`t like me, they whisper and point, they laugh talking sarcastically of
me.
I know that if they had the chance, in a graveyard I would
be.
I have to fight back, I need you who believe in righteousness as your
choice.
To stand up to unrighteousness, soon,
we
will have no
voice.