Paul White Poet Free verse

Slavery

When the stranger's came in their sailing ship's

The took us prisoner using chains and whip's

On these ships below the decks shackled with ropes
Around our necks.

We got so sick we could barely stand then we arrived
In a strange new land.

Stood in line the young and old just like cattle we
Were sold.

We could not fight or run away so in this place
We had to stay.

Working all day in the blazing sun with little food
And no chance to run.

I was a free black man and I fought with bravery
But now I'm a black man who lives in 

                             Slavery...

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Karen Jones October 12, 2023 at 2:03 AM Much respect for your reflection on this mostly ignored topic in American history and even today. The ancestors built this country and have never been portrayed as the brilliant survivors of prisoners of war they really were. They were taken from homes and thrown into the pit with not even as much consideration as given to farm animals. So it is obvious this land is cursed as karma shall have her day in court. Thank you for writing this. My great grandma Mary McGee's mom was a slave in Carolina.