Moonlight Moonshine
This song tries to capture the injustice and the tortures faced by the slaves, attempting to get the story of capture, transport, work and survival, and ends with how their posterity should deal with it.
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Moonlight moonshine
Moonlighting for moonshine
All that moonshine after the moonshine
makes sense to but the man
Who for the day served his time.
Black dark
Just as god made first
Never stayed in the shade or cold
How that's become a curse
Sugar cotton
No better than salt or gold
Captured degraded ascribed to another
Families uprooted families torn
Infirm killed, villages left to burn.
Transported in a boat
In cabins filled like meat
Lying in their own piss
Lying in their own vomit
Oh the smell of the sea
Oh the smell of sweat and shit.
Black dark
Just as god made first
Never stayed in the shade or cold
How that's become a curse
Made to work
Made to toil
Their sweat, blood nourishment for the crop
How could they ever feel like sons-of-the-soil
Oppressed repressed suppressed
Denied progress
Nature could never treat this bad
Modern the new name for regress
Black dark
Just as god made first
Never stayed in the shade or cold
How that's become a curse
Whipping lashing
Hotbox hanging
Mutilation branding
Burning Dragging
Whipped for work
Whipped for fun
Raped in moonlight
Raped in the sun
Stripped for being human
Stripped for hate
Flogged for no reason
Castrated so they couldn’t mate
Left is a body hollow, a quiet mind
That hums not a paean but
A requiem for freedom
A requiem for the humane kind
Black dark
Just as god made first
Never stayed in the shade or cold
How that's become a curse
The cries of agony
The cries of the debased
Rippling through time rippling through space
Try to whiten you may, but can never be erased
Riches earned still shines on
But the cries of the soul still haunt
Changing stories can never history clean
For every act cruel and base
Carries its story in the gene.
I live for they endured
I live for they survived
I live for in the darkness shone something divine
The darkness, the darkness, the horrible, horrible human crime
Meaningless to avenge the past
Fight I can't with ghosts
Live to love and serve can I
Black and white, hoping to make them see eye to eye.
Black dark
Just as god made first
Never stayed in the shade or cold
How that's become a curse
© Praveen Vava 2018
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