Just watched the movie "12 Years A Slave."
Needless to say, I cried.
Decided to dig up some poetry on slavery.
Not written by me.
Children in Slavery
BY ELIZA LEE FOLLEN
When children play the livelong day,
Like birds and butterflies;
As free and gay, sport life away,
And know not care nor sighs:
Then earth and air seem fresh and fair,
All peace below, above:
Life?s flowers are there, and everywhere
Is innocence and love.
When children pray with fear all day,
A blight must be at hand:
Then joys decay, and birds of prey
Are hovering o?er the land:
When young hearts weep as they go to sleep,
Then all the world seems sad:
The flesh must creep, and woes are deep
When children are not glad.
Know your history so you don't ignorantly make the same mistakes twice.
Needless to say, I cried.
Decided to dig up some poetry on slavery.
Not written by me.
Children in Slavery
BY ELIZA LEE FOLLEN
When children play the livelong day,
Like birds and butterflies;
As free and gay, sport life away,
And know not care nor sighs:
Then earth and air seem fresh and fair,
All peace below, above:
Life?s flowers are there, and everywhere
Is innocence and love.
When children pray with fear all day,
A blight must be at hand:
Then joys decay, and birds of prey
Are hovering o?er the land:
When young hearts weep as they go to sleep,
Then all the world seems sad:
The flesh must creep, and woes are deep
When children are not glad.
Know your history so you don't ignorantly make the same mistakes twice.
