The open wound

Sons of slavery born into this world
With numbers as names, with broken bones and digged graves
Dying fathers after decades of abuse
Sickened mothers living in an ongoing starvation, endless strangulation
We're the blind leading the blind
We pour the salt into the open wound
Of another generation
Hit by the hand of exploitation
This pain that we perpetuate
The children's sweat and blood we take
We use the weak so we can satisfy the rich
We turn blind eyes and deaf ears to suffering children with bloody tears
We're the blind leading the blind
We pour the salt into the open wounds
Of another generation
Hit by the hand of exploitation
Dive into the blood of the enslaved
In the neverending river
Can't you hear their cries?
Can't you taste their tears of ash?