Marooned at Sierra LeonenGalleons prepared for the ride loaded with the nation's raw source of labornWith not a courtesan in the swarthy bunchnnSo intolerably loathsome was the stench of the kidnapped that the air was unfit for respirationnThe chained turned delirious from the weight of their fatennTheir brutish tempers curbednBy ten to twenty lashesnThe pain made them abate theirnCourage and beliefsnnIn Coffles They Were LednnTheir brutish tempers curbednBy ten to twenty lashesnWrists and ankles bruisednFrom the weight of fettersnnMay Christian faith release us from this guiltnSo that we may uphold our missionnMay Christian faith release us from this guiltnSo that we may never be lednnAll that is injurious to our existence must be annihilatednSomeday this ruinous practice will come to haunt our peoples and our cultures