There is a statue standing
In the centre of our town
It is a man from long go
On who we now do frown
His glory and his wealth
Earned not by the sweat of his brow
But by the transportation
Of stolen people to the fields
The fields of imperialist colonies
Many centuries ago
A statue standing silently
A phantom from the past
Should he remain?
A reminder of the history
Of the horrors they endured
Enslaved in cruel bondage
A masters mere chattel
To do with as he wished
And dispose of at a whim
Slavery in all its horror
Can we forgive his sins
There is a statue standing
In the centre of my town
A testimonial reminder
Of inhuman barbarous cruelty
Of man towards his fellow man
