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
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.