Nothing gold can stay,
In this land,
Where people are forced to go away,
In the deserts of hot sand.
Forced to leave behind lives,
And be separated from others,
Stepping into buzzing hives,
Taken away from their lovers.
The men are slain,
With shots in deep pits,
Later covered by grain,
And no visible slits.
The women are taken,
And sold off to men,
Not wanting to be forsaken,
They hide themselves deeper in the pen.
Women with child,
Man with belt,
The life isn't mild,
Especially with what they felt.
Forced to work,
To cook and clean and undress,
Their masters lurk,
And make them pray and bless.
They had to change religion,
And were kept in horrid conditions,
The number that escaped is just a smidgen,
Only some completed their mission.
Nothing gold can stay,
In the hands of the ones refusing,
They should see their work as play,
Because they're not getting a bruising.
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