Slave poem
The whip cracked
The hand smacked
Blood splattered
for them nothing mattered
Spirit's shattered
Chains clattered
Fates dreaded
for them everything mattered
The bidders raged
Their skin aged
Bodies caged
Minds Frayed
for us they mattered
They escaped and changed their fate
Hope was gained
Life was re-obtained
for them nothing but freedom mattered
By: James A.
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Wow James that is a great poem.
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It really captures the pictures point of view.
~Ali
This was a very outstanding poem.
ReplyDeleteAmazing job james..
Wow James! That's really good!
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