Modern Slaves Elkie Brooks

We're at the airport, the three of us
I was just eight years old
I was hanging on to the man with a bag, holding his hand

Where I came from, nobody wanted me
It shakes me as I see man's brutality
My traveling companions seem to know where it's at
I have a different name now and I cannot remember that

Shaved my hair, where's my beautiful hair
The lady said it will grow, honey don't despair
Took my clothes, they were tattered and torn
Gave me new ones and some shoes to put on

Modern slaves (modern slaves)
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Modern slaves (modern slaves)
Modern slaves (modern slaves)
Modern slaves

My father, my mother wanted us to go
So many children, how could they know
"Won't be long, you'll be home soon
Learn to read and write, eat with a spoon"
Worked us to the ground my sister almost died
"What language do they speak, I don't understand" I cried
What have I become, I question constantly