James McLain Slavery Poems

Chains that clatter, rusted tight,
Steal the warmth of morning light.
Backs are bent, hands are sore,
Lashed and broken evermore.
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In the dark holds of ships cast by shackles' cruel embrace,
Lies the tale of inhumanity's grim trace.
From yonder shores, stolen lives in chains,
Where anguish reigns, a heart's bitter pains.
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In the annals of time, a tale untold,
Resides the slavery loop hole, bold.
Within the Constitution, revered and strong,
Lurks a dark verse, where justice went wrong.
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