Parturition Of Slaves

The texture of African skin, formerly

Was homophonous to a future, considered unhealthy 

Africans, strong and simple beings, ideally

For slavery, 

A lucrative suiting international trade fixtures

These people, taken and distinguished as inhuman; creatures 

Crushed, by the use of forces, these black beings, of different tinctures 

One of the agents of a slave trader was sent to a village 

To carefully observe the entire passage

Vigorous men, who tirelessly laboured

The children who were no longer weaned 

All women who could give birth 

Without leaving their task pending, all day long

Informed, the merchant set up an ambush for them, their village was raided

Or they were captured easily, nothing was barricaded

This day, dark and sad, or their right to freedom simply faded

Stolen; they had hands and feet tied in succession

In groups of men, women and children; in separation

Despite the fact that they were struggling to find each others apparition

They were helpless, as if destined to be sold in the market in oblivion

They, who once lived before, fearless

Become, through capture, homeless

Not knowing where they will go, their future clouded 

To their own fate they surrendered 

Subjugated and weakened, 

In pain, because their captors had beaten

Them, While the passers-by in the market

Were enquiring upon their price, with no sign of regret.