"Slavery"

Like a drop falling on a large ocean

That does create a small commotion

Is the voice of a victim oppressed

No matter how great his zeal or zest

His woes are never really heard

He is at best a caged bird

It’s he who always gets the blame

Though his foes do set the flame

He cries and shouts on top of his voice

But even for this he pays a price

Cursed he stands and is called all names

They lay their nets and play their games

But lord protects and does ferry

The boat of faith to victory