Out of the Bush

There’ll be no hunting, no more pride

All dignity is lost

A hopelessness dwells deep inside

I contemplate the cost

We’re dogs today, slaves tomorrow

What future’s left for me

First came anger, now it’s sorrow

How did this come to be

My village burned, my people killed

By merchants without souls

No shame behind the blood they spilled

As profits fed their goals

I taught my boy to hunt for prey

It turns out all for naught

We passed by where his body lay

It’s obvious he fought

We’re forced on ships by whip or prod

It’s man mistreating man

I never once have questioned God

But now I think I can