قصيدة The Slave Auction
,The sale began—young girls were there ,Defenseless in their wretchedness Whose stifled sobs of deep despair .Revealed their anguish and distress
,The sale began—young girls were there ,Defenseless in their wretchedness Whose stifled sobs of deep despair .Revealed their anguish and distress
,Make me a grave where’er you will ;In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill ,Make it among earth’s humblest graves .But not in a land where men are slaves