Enslavement Poem by Daniel Miltz

Enslavement



In the heat, traversing
Pawns binding
Sweating blood freely
Hoping, free to be
In hot weather
The air is raw, with a virus murmur
Many steps to go before deck
To indigenous slaves for check
Into the unknown to away
The only sound the break
Of distant waves and ship' ahoy

© daniel miltz

Enslavement
Sunday, March 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: slave trade
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Daniel Miltz

Daniel Miltz

Detroit, Michigan
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