Crushed was our culture and memories of our land

Homes were raided and families torn apart

Able-bodied were taken and the frail left to die

Iron ropes were fixed to our necks, hands, and feet

Nights and days passed bond together counted eighty

Shipped away across an ocean of rage to their lands
 
This is the second but maybe the third or fourth entry in the series of writings. I think I need one or two pieces in between to talk about how the conflict arose.

But you can find the first entry here:
The Lost People