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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Appalled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gasped at what I held in my two hands.<br>My son had handed me the leather whip, <br>A bullwhip, five feet long, a master used<br>To subjugate his slaves unto his will.<br>And then, he handed me the branding irons, <br>Which heated to a red-hot glow were used<br>To brand a human as a master's own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt disgust, appalled, to think they scorched<br>A person's brow, or seared a woman's breast<br>To indicate a master's ownership<br>Of human beings. <br>Slaves were classified<br>As lower than the cattle in the field, <br>Who lived in quarters, a degree above, <br>What masters would provide for their prize pigs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slave girls were tagged as 'breeders, ' bred like dogs, <br>To bind in servitude their newborn child.<br>A slave was valued by his 'use, ' not by<br>His human value. He was bought and sold<br>Upon an auction block, with heifers, hogs<br>And brooder mares, like chattel on a farm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Denied all self-respect and dignity, <br>Through burning indignation, slaves maintained<br>An inner purpose which prevailed despite<br>The efforts to debase them less than swine.<br>What was the mastic causing them to live<br>When death was far their better choice than life? <br>An old black man advised me of the cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There was a bond of faith they found within<br>Their gospel, where they heard the Word of God, <br>Both sung and spoken from the church lectern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A basic trust that God would elevate<br>Them from their desperate depravation. They<br>Endured because of those who were to come, <br>The future generations, whom they hoped<br>Could rise above the level, which the slaves<br>Themselves then lived. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Belief blazed up like fire<br>Through their religion. An awakening, <br>Had lighted the dark caves of their deep grief, <br>Ignited from the embers of their dreams.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Free Verse)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lynn+W.+Petty">Lynn W. Petty</a><div class=q>
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My son had handed me the leather whip, 
A bullwhip, five feet long, a master used
To subjugate his slaves unto his will.
And then, he handed me the branding irons, 
Which heated to a red-hot glow were used
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