The Trades Poem by Marlene Rashidi

It was silver and gold
Slaves and bidders
Slaves and owners
It was crowded.

Loud with different voices
Screaming and tears falling from the slave's faces
Tears that looked like fire dancing with red robes on
Tears that fell with a burn in the hearts.

Those trades that were made under that blue sky
Without peace and approval from the almighty
'Master, Master' the crowd would yell
'Give me him' and 'Give me her' the bidder says.

The sailors with slaves in their ships arrived
'More and more are coming' says the Master
Who's heart and mind is upon the wealth he would get from the trades
The trades were made under a angry sun.