Food Slavery Poems

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...

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Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri
was a slave until the ripe old age of ten
Left his master's home headed to Montana
and swore they would...

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I will stop reminiscing over the 1700s when the 2000s stop mirroring the same values
plantations upgraded to prisons, chains to handcuff, masters to head leaders...

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-from the perspective of an Israelite slave during the Exodus from Egypt-

Tell me; what could freedom be?
Soon I’ll know, for soon I’ll see
Tell me; what...

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Let us not wallow in a quixotic stupor;
Becoming their silly food-stamped serfs:-
Maudlin beings drained of all our vigor—
Doomed to old slave quarters berths....

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They packed us in ships and boats.
Sardines have more space in their cans as compared to us,
Low ventilation, no water, little food,
Out of our land...

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Sojourner to far-flung climes;
When you return,
Will you remember the evening songs
Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree?
Will you still remember the fame of the great...

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The chains drag loosely,as I scrub this stone cold floor,I need to ask for food and water,just a little more,but my master will decide,when ive...

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The chains drag loosely,as I scrub this stone cold floor,I need to ask for food and water,just a little more,but my master will decide,when ive...

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you are so self-centric
full of yourself
like we should worship you
we don't matter to you
only your wishes and aims
nothing more or less
you sell us like slaves
make...

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Living in a masquerade
Hiding our truths in the shade 
Veiled Behind electronic devices 
The Physical world Minimises

Concealed behind a blue and white light
No melatonin released...

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Oh, such captivating concupiscence ...

I am lost to your thrall, your virtue's vassal
You are the perfect impish angel - raw sensuality, incarnate
You are hunger, insatiable...

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Passover Matso
   the bread of servitude -- the slave's bread
   the bread of liberation -- the freed man's bread

Which is it?...

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You raided our dreadful slums
And sniffed us out of our homes
You vomited on our skin
And called us names like ‘bushmen’
You stripped us naked 
And buckled...

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We always wanted a wife, my husband and I.
He wanted one he could order about.
Laugh. Snort. Snarl. Growl….
I wanted one to do the dishes.
 
We...

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