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Scars Left Behind

Scars Left Behind As a slave I was a product of the broker, and a commodity as a result of the purchaser. Both of them made me to be, valuable and hunted like honey bee. Hunting and ambushed done in the village, killing and plundering had become prestige. As children and women when left died, I was taken with others and then caravanned. The Chief and Mtemi had war waged, For Guns and Cloths were then paid. The Banyans of India paid the capital, Whilst Arab of Oman set the arrival. Some servant some prisoners all were slaved, With Ivory on shoulders but all day walked. From Katanga and Malavi to coastal wealthy, Bagamoyo and Kilwa we laid our sympathy. Hundred and million were shipped forever, The Arabs and Whites snatched our mother. And slavery life had became our song, Plantation and domestication had been our belonging. Some died some survived with loosing hearts, A misery generation maintained the scars. In the neighboring land with pain results, As was racist, hardworking with broken hearts. LUCAS ALEX MKUDE poem.

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Date: 10/1/2013 4:07:00 PM
when i read your poems it feels like i'm home
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Lucas Mkude
Date: 10/2/2013 12:41:00 PM
thanx very much Baraka. i real appreciate kaka
Date: 2/23/2013 12:17:00 PM
Lucas , today's a lovely day, and here you find me reading the feature poems of the week. !!CONGRATULATIONS with your nice verse!! always~ LINDA :-)
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Date: 10/2/2013 12:43:00 PM
thanks Linda I appreciate you support very much