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  • The Little Slave

    The shackled child, what brute commands,
    who dares to cuff such little hands?
    This child of scars; who rules these lands,
    what god allows such cruel demands?

    Is she but just a creature then,
    some bitch to sweat for wicked men?
    Those fiends who reek of vile and phlegm,
    the Devil’s own, the lot of them.

    Of leeches fattened foul with greed,
    who sucked the essence from her seed.
    By sup, by sup from rose to weed
    till sullied dry and of no need.

    From scourging days, her nights pursue
    a moment’s quiet, the sleepless few.
    In rags and filth for death, to queue,
    a child who but of evil knew.

    The horrid hues of hunger’s dyes,
    of nothingness, of hollow eyes.
    In heart and soul each day she dies,
    of human form, unrecognized .

    When clouded out the sun and moon,
    when day and night portrayed in gloom.
    She dragged unwanted from the womb
    and dead before the bud could bloom.

    With death, who knows, the chains unbound,
    let vultures come to gather round.
    Where rancid flesh in horror found,
    where strewn a child on evil ground.


    And no one knows who sang the score,
    The Little Slave’, what pain she bore.
    Of no one’s name, at no one’s door;
    of no one’s child and nevermore.

  • #2
    Even of something horrific as this, Tony, your poetry spins and sings. Mans cruelty to man.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello AlexandratheLate, Horror indeed, and still the plague of slavery haunts the world today. Thank you so very much for reading and responding, you are always kind. Regards, Tony.

  • #3
    A cause that is near and dear to my wife's heart Tony. I will read your poem to her later today. So tragically sad but so poignantly written.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Bobby, I hope your good wife enjoys my poem and I thank you very much for your visit. You are always a most welcome and honoured guest. Regards, Tony.

  • #4
    A heartbreaking rhyme and even though the subject is difficult to read about, your rhyme draws the reader in and on so that the message is delivered. Brilliant

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Karen, Heartbreaking indeed, tears from a stone, as they say. The complete and utter abuse of innocence. Very kind of you to respond and it is so very much appreciated. Regards, Tony. .

  • #5
    what a beautiful treatment of something so heartbreaking.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello lunar glide, It is heartbreaking, isn't it. I loath slavers with a passion, God forgive me, but I do. So kind of you to respond and very much appreciated. Regards, Tony.

  • #6
    Oh my - such stark reality would seem impossible to me as fodder for verse. Yet you have written even this with your talented pen (or keyboard). Well done.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello RhymeLovingWriter, It was tough fodder to digest, no doubt - one would want to wash it down with a sweet wine, to rid the vile in the aftertaste. Thank you very much, so kind of you to read and respond. Regards, Tony.

  • #7
    Your artistry, so emphatically makes the point!

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Dwayne, The art of fact, I find most difficult, so I am delighted with your response and I do thank you so very much. Regards, Tony.
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