Peculiar Trade Poem by Nadia Carroll

Taught in the one and only school
Knowing nothing of life but the Masters rule
Shackles they're clothing, a peculiar price
Blood quenches the thirst of fields of rice
A cry for mercy to a mythical God
The Negro is tamed with a cast iron rod
Brutality; starvation: the life of a slave
No peace to be got, except in the grave

From labour till sundown a profit is made
But societies marred by this peculiar trade