Sadness of the Slaves

Tied up in chains and fear
I want my mummy as she shed a tear
Only three years of age and in her own
At the bottom of the ship wanting to go home 
Up for auction that very next day 
She couldn't understand a word they would say
Sold to the man at the back of the crowd
Who came to greet her grinning and proud
The stranger grabbed her hand leading the way
To were she would be working night and day

When she was exhausted and could work no more
She would get a whipping and fall to the floor 
A year past and still know sign of mum
But she still had faith praying she would come
Her body so small in pain you could tell
All this torture it felt like hell
The hatred she felt sadness in her heart
She just wanted her mummy and not to be apart 

Still she stayed strong through her nightmare days 
She thought all this horror may just be a phase
So thin she was no food for her
She realised how life could be so unfair
Because they thought she was different black was her skin
But she new the nasty men were living in sin

She had had enough it was time to say goodbye
She new her mummy would be waiting in the sky 
She closed her eyes and imagined mummy's face
Knowing she was going to a much happier place

Copyright © Dominique Ryan | Year Posted 2016

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