Our poem-To be a slave

To be a slave

a slave’s life, a harsh life
one which you did not own
crumpled in his hands
with merciless, painful, whips

the north oppose to our suffering
yet the south protect it
as without us scum
their economies would be nought

then came Lincoln
and the war fought for our sake
with so much pain endured
for our pitiful lives

oh what a pity
to be a slave
all we can do is hope
Lincoln ends our suffering

This poem depicts the life and feeling of a slave before and during the American Civil War. It shows the yearn for a change to America through the war.