Solomon Northrup was born free,
Grew up playing the violin,
Got kidnapped into slavery,
Twelve years away from loving kin,
Who found Solomon and worked to
Restore him to his life by right.
A lucky one - and there were few.
As black he could not sue a white.
He wrote a book about his time,
And travelled in the north U.S.
Fighting against slavery crime,
A little, but not much success.
Enslaved again? The worst was feared.
Solomon Northrup disappeared.
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