Dark secrets of sadness still untold…
in the misty night, like the
deep dark river Styx running
so quiet.
The South winds blow,
but the candle light
of hope continues
to flicker and glow.
Lighting flashes,
thunder crashes,
as his bloody back
receives fifty lashes.
The moans and groans were so
loud they can still be heard to
this day. The pains and stains
can never be erased, not even
by the strongest of torrential
rains.
Slavery…
will forever be
humanity’s eternal shame.