Short Slavers Poems

comes from being sold
for gold
by there own race
and corlor of face
whip dip
and  forces on a ship
or be wack thats a fact
ROOTS OF SLAVER OF 
BLACK...

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Six decades after the slavers were gone
Came along the dragon
With fire to melt our mineral ore, trees to chop
And heat for a sweatshop
Politicians shake hands with eyes closed, as few hands get oiled
So they build the castles, as the majority poor toil
Nothing to show in the 21st century
A homeland is no longer a sanctuary
There is a death toll at shores of the Mediterranean sea
If we are not filling up forms for green visa lottery...

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I was social 
Surrounded by people 
Many local 
the crowd was equal 

A place where loyalty lies 
And boy does it lie 
All talk til the cry 
Their gone no goodbye 

Favours for favours 
Owners and slavers 
No one to save us 
Takers and traitors 

I thought I had close ones 
The mean the most ones 
Those well known ones 
Suddenly no ones 

I cared 
And I got hurt 
And I swear 
Care is hurt 

Avoid
Assumptions
Destroyed 
Only done once...

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You come to me in my dreams
A foggy night a distant memory 

I will never see you in life
But I’ll share your face in time

Family roots tender torn apart
Broken due to slavers cold heart

What was meant for evil we pray
Leads to blessings victory days

First black president of USA
And black First Lady descendant of slaves

Family history tree with roots so old
Despite being beaten separated sold

Victory is your blessed rainbow 
First female president make it so...

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Big brother watch its a British innovation.' Its seems
Almost Orwell inspired? to support the independance
Of nations.!! Silkie Carlow heads it up.' Why dont youhave
A look in 2024? don't be just like a headless chook.!
When the sky was falling, 2020 like..' The answer was
Simple.! just go out on strike.' Don't trust the slavers who
Would advise? they're savers.?  Look around and decide!
Its up to yourself' its the only way we'll get round to healthy
World behaviour that way.!...

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Grey turns the sky at noon:
Broken arrows storm the atmosphere
With their terrible mastiff and slavers
And carted away the glowing stars.
I gazed with a blurred lens
Into the sky where the sparrows fly	
But the smoke from the burning huts 
Had scared away the sparrow’s choristers: 
No song, no peace, not even a glimpse of hope 
No light, no night, not even the sweet shining stars
For smiling sorrows swings back and forth the town	
And clanged to the souls that once did smile...

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