What harvest in the conscience of cocoa market traders
Careless that their futures are sown in poverty?
Who'd have thought the Ivory Coast could still submit to slavers?
Plantations own the children at home, not across the sea
When our days are over
What should they say about us?
That we were option takers
Or were we slave-trade breakers?
You swapped the New York Apple for Grenadian cocoa beans
Turned your Caribbean dream into reality
Fermented sweet solution - island-made perfection
You brought a revolution and left a legacy
From those who tend the trees, to those at the machinery
Equal beneficiaries of your sun-cooled factory
Fifty thousand chocolate bars on a Freetown brigantine
Sailing Portsmouth-bound; Windward delivery
Too soon your days were over
What should we say about you?
Mott Green - chocolate maker
The cocoa slave-trade breaker
The barefoot chocolate maker
What should we say about you?
We're richer for your being
The cocoa slave-trade breaker