Slavery...the practice of forcing an individual to work, With absolutely no pay.Hustling early morning to late night in the fields,With undoubtfully no say.Day by day, the slaves pray,To make it out alive, knowing they must stay. Bull whips constructed from leather,An additional way to make their days gray.Children and parents going to bed hungry,Fr reasons nobody could even gather to say.A rusty metal shackle and chain forced the slaves to stay.Until late night when they gathered in the cabins to lay.  Fights happening all around.Slaves constantly in affray.Bodies laid out on the ground,Children don't live to see another day.Forever a field day,Slaves live in dismay.  “We want freedom.”Nobody cared what they had to say.“We want freedom.”Maybe one day.“We want freedom.”The slaves would pray. With the help of abolitionists,African Americans were no longer prey.They were finally free in 1865,Never to be a slave another day.The left over slaves were sent away.To never again be put on display.  


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My country
Our world


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