We enjoyed tales by moonlight
handed from generation to generation
Then came a time, when they were no more

My people were captured like animals
sold for a bag of salt or gun powder
Man became hunted, captured with nets and
chained neck to neck and leg to leg
for the journey to the unknown

Mothers wailed, wives mourned
for the love of their lives
Children born and unborn bewildered
the loss of their fathers, men without graves

The albino became a symbol of
what happened to these men
The journey in the belly of big horses
that sailed on the big mighty bodies of water

All hope was lost of the unknown and tomorrow
cruelty was the norm
Many died, women watched their womb's fruit die
of hunger and torture and they witnessed too,
their men, once powerful and respected warriors
heads of families and providers
degraded and the very core of their soul destroyed
in this antithesis of an epoch
This is slavery.
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