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All our young were taken from us

Few could work in the fields in their place

We were told to pay half our harvest each day

What was left could barely go round

To feed what was left of our town

Plagues tormented us

Many would faint, unable to eat

We begged the spirits each night to lift our burdens

Because we cleansed out Christ, but our prayers were for naught

Our quota could not be filled

And the soldiers with us threatened to kill

Without mercy and no regard

For our plight and our land that is scarred

Our brothers fell each day

Many from hunger, and others tried to run

The old and sick were abandoned

Some even slain to conserve our resources

Our slavery was worse than death

Oh, what we'd give to freely draw breath

To see our children once again

To hear their laughter and watch them run

To be permitted to enjoy life

To have a future with daughters and sons

New bodies were hanged from the gates

As an example that we'd meet their fate

Death by their hands or starvation over time

The spirits' favor no longer would shine