Past and Present

Enslavement breathes anxiously. 

Nobody knows what is to come.

Taken from their homes abruptly with cerulean naked to the eye.

Vessel accompanied by confused chaos and tears.

Figures fall into the depths of the abundance, but enough lost souls are left that it

does not matter.

They were brought to a foreign place for a new beginning, yet not a happy one.

Polite hatred grows within towards their oppressors because of anger, as well as 

confusion.

Heartbeats grow faster as culture and innocence are being stripped away piece by 

piece.

Though it is said to be over long ago, enslavement still breathes anxiously behind

a disguise.