Slavery

Their eyes were as black as night

when the stars shine bright

and the moon is no more

there were only 4 but their numbers increased

as they ran down the streets

screamimg with fear

for they are here

from the caves where the slaves are kept prisoner

they have been freed

and that is what they always believed

this poem was written when I was in third grade. I wrote it about slavery and the amancepation.

 

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