Things are different today.
In days of old. So I am told.
When slaves were being bought and sold
Around the world quite openly.
A shameful piece of history.
Torn from their homes against their will
and sold as slaves to colonies.
In distant lands across the seas.
Where their offspring are living still.
Though things are different today.
They’re free to go but choose to stay.
There’s nothing now to go back for.
They’ve learnt to live a different way.
That what their forebears did before
They were enslaved in days of yore.
Sunday, 26 August 2012
Things are different today. variant sonnet
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