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Fertile Plantation Land

As we walked the grounds
Of the Green and fertile land
It's hard to imagine
How such a horrible seed
Could produce the beauty we now see
If you allow one's self
You can sometimes hear
The lashes from taskmasters
In your ears
The cries of the slaves
Who once lived here
Praying in fear
To escape death
Thou many times near
As they believed for a better land
Never made by a man's mere hand
As they listened to their babies cry
Watching the handmaidens pry
Their young from the arms of the mothers
Only to sold to another
As livestock of the field
Believe it or not
This was real!
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