RoseAnn V. Shawiak Slavery Poems

Leaves fluttering in an afternoon breeze, wishing to be free
and flying invisibly like the wind.

Alas, they are still bound in slavery to limbs and branches
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Strumming the nature of humanity throughout this
peaceful afternoon, recognizing the beauty of
life through the years.
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Riding through blood-splattered streets of yesterday, where men
fought and died in hopes of abolishing slavery from the face of
the earth.
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