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In the heart of darkness - where dignity has no worth

They own your lineage - own your life and humble you by force

The chicotte lashes down on you - leaving scars for life

Your kinswomen in captivity while Public Force mortifies

Forays of murdering henchmen - eager to fullfill it

Exaction of the bleeding wood - trading limbs for bullets

Compelled to ravish your beloved ones, in the ashes of your haven, once free

You’re wounded, battered, almost dead, and finally hung from a tree

And all this dread - in the name of the crown,

The heart of darkness, the king’s playground

Where no flowers bloom, tears of distress are shed

The skulls of the victims encircle the beds.

In the heart of darkness – A hand for a bullet

You have risen up, and let the storm break loose

Others followed, swore this would end

But voracious interests disrupted the way you choose

So you gave for a bullet your hand