Days Of The Slave Trade Poem by james watkin

Days Of The Slave Trade



Purity's hue
That saint of tones
Besmirched and betrayed
By the white race.
Chains on the sea
Whose sense intones
Slavery's grinding
With a black face.

Sunday, December 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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