Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Vi Comments

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High in the air expos'd the Slave is hung
To all the birds of Heaven, their living food!
He groans not, tho' awaked by that fierce Sun
New torturers live to drink their parent blood!
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