Lost Love

We used to know each other well
The bond of love would always take away the pain
Even after the master came to take her to his bed
Her husband would hold her gently, as she cried the night away
She would always feel the humiliation in her mind
In her heart, the anger would die
Because her husband held her as she cried
We used to know each other well
Although we felt as though we lived in hell
We sang and danced as the master watched
Trying to figure out what we were so happy about
As he watched them take his sons to their new masters
He kept his back straight, as the tears burned his cheeks
Holding her back, to keep her from being the next to be beaten
She would sob so deeply, that her chest would throb
Holding her unborn, praying for her taken son, praying to God
We used to know each other well
Feeding each other, loving each other and always with a smile
After we were set free, there was an undeniable bond
If I had a home, we each had a home
If I had food, we each had food to eat
If I had a dollar, we each had fifty cents
As we thought times were getting better, we fell apart
We didn't kill rape or poison our young
If there was a secret, we didn't tell
When Mother got sick, her neighbor would look after her young
When Father couldn't find work, his brother would lend a hand
As if by some strange mystical power, we could feel each other's pain
Not understanding why, only knowing that God meant it to be
Later in years, sometime ago
We would have never watched another family being thrown into the streets
Our mind, body, and souls were not for sale
But, that's when we used to know each other well