The Auction Block

by Baba Olutunde Olufemi

The sale began, young girls were there

Helpless in their captivity and wretchedness

Their innocent faces painted with deep despair

That showed their suffering and distress

 

As mothers stood, with ocean filled eyes

Watching their sweet dearest children sold

Deaf, even to their own miserable bitter cries

While tyrants fought for their babies like black gold

 

And women, with their undying love and truth

Stood with resistance, deliriously, half naked on sell

Gazing upon brothers and husbands of their youth

In such anguish, many will never know or could tell

 

And men, whose sole crime was the color of their hue

The creation of the Godís almighty hands

Were being sold to cotton and tobacco plantations too

That once were known as Indian land

 

Grandfathers and grandmothers with chains and locks

Their fiery red eyes spoke of their disgust and unrest

Their tears were prayers for all the prisoners on dock

As the pale skin strangers snatched and tore away their happiness

 

There, one by one, like rare artifacts on a display

From their homes and families they were kidnapped and torn

Many wondered how, and why they were taking away

As many others wished that they were never born



The Auction Block by Baba Olutunde Olufemi

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