Slavery.

A long time ago is where we start the story,
Wen some ppl invaded and tried to deport me,
Men with pale faces, force, and sharp tongues,
Then with failed basis, law, was not brung,
They chained us all together, put metal round our necks,
And blamed us for whatever, simply if they were vexed;
Whipped us, jabbed us, hit us, stabbed us,
Fixed our, statures, it was, madness,
Loaded us onto wooden beasts that had been brought,
Low enough to admit defeat frm getting caught,
Disease spreads quick wen packed as close as particles,
Indeed dread hits wen mind lacks what your heart still knows,
Suicide is a lesser crime than betraying pride,
Some did side with the ever-time by not staying dry,
Salty taste in their mouths as they begin to drown,
Halted pace of the crowds, but we're still to be bound,
Months of fear, then to our destination we arrive,
Monsters near, men counting lesser faces who survived,
Now tamed, ex-warrior skeletons we'd become,
How blamed! Them sorry irrelevant needy scum,
Traded for resources and used to keep causes,
Abused by deep force that was used to beat horses,
We were slaves, a workload for their convenience,
Till our graves, we'd lurk low, they had no lenience.