Slavery In Our Ugly History Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
Slavery In Our Ugly History
Stolen, separated from their own families,
Whipped, sold, paraded with price tags;
Hanged or moved from one master to another.
Taught of God’s love yet beaten day and night.
Called slaves, niggers and blacks
They’re tortured and promised of
God’s paradise, but first to please
their masters and forget their own scars.
But they sang their hope in spite of death
They danced their pain in spite of tears
And only when the spirit of freedom
Moved the hearts of those in truth
when their chains as slaves were removed.
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January 17,2014
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-PETUNIA'S PLANTATION- There are chains that yet remain In these American land fields of mine. While being Uncle Sam’s love- -child has its perks, Today I stumbled into the wording Of The Thirteenth Amendment. It assured me, sure as hell Slavery’s alive and well. Only, now it’s under contract By a different clientele. Hate to call it what it isn’t Slavery is live and present Its sins: ugly as a prison Behold! ‘The Slave of Modern Day’ Hecho En Estados Unidos Son los pajaros sin nidos Los estados invadidos Con escuincles Desnutridos Made in the USA. The World’s Best Dressed Penitentiary Since Auschwitz Styled-up a century Let us not get the twist as if history is mystery I will spick-it like this: Slavery Still Exists. P.X 2.14.14