Am I not a man and a brother?

 

“Am I not a man and a brother?”

Read the abolitionist poster in my American history textbook.

Above said slogan depicted a negro slave,

Chained up, wearing nothing but tarnished clothing.

He was about as human as his white masters,

Some would say even more human.

 

How could anyone be degraded to such a status-

That of a mere commodity, property of another?

His life was as disposable as that of a beast of burden

On the farm in which he lived upon, on which he was nourished.

Thank goodness in the modern era, we are better than that-

We know he’s human because he’s not a fetus.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

Comments

Rachel Genevieve

Good use of irony. Humans are still as broken and capable of great horrors as they were two hundred years ago.

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