Metal Bodies and Shiny Knives

What did they think When they stood on their shores This ship of anew Never seen before Made of wood Just like their own But who are these people To come to our homes On our beach they land Metal clad Carrying shining knives With a look of mad On our shores we meet Face to face Unknown to us then What our future would grace They are not here long As their madness shows Drinking, incoherent Striking blows Weeks pass As they increase their pain Our women beaten and raped For their pleasurable gain The following morning We are manacled and chained Our village burned Blows down on us rain To their boat we are taken Thrown into the dark Infested with rats Sodden, stark The sound of our breakers Grow quiet and distant As I fear for my people We are now nonexistent http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/slavery.php