Slavery exportedA Poem by anartaoStolen, bound and packed so tight within the wooden bowels, the air so rank with piss and fear, and rent with cries and howls, roots are torn so brutally from where they’ve long been grown, free hearts become possessions far from all they’ve ever known
The New world raped the old to sacrifice in its foundations, the blood of innocence has stained the birth of many nations, kidnapped cargoes of the flesh to sweat for others plans of gold, for freedoms often bought by the toil of hands that have been sold
But transportation leaves a remnant to remind of whats been done, an aberration to the myth of how a nation was begun, you can white wash history but you can’t white wash city streets, and visual reminders seem to halt history's repeats
And so another system of oppression given birth, slave ships built of brick and steel, and moored upon the earth A slavery unseen it seems is one of less degrees, and in that vein we’ve simply shipped plantations overseas
Sweatshops and maquiladors fenced off in “free trade” zones producing everything from sneakers to your brand new mobile phones A pittance paid in wages seems to assuage a sense of guilt, forgetting the poverty that enables it was something western built
Burned alive and buried in the rubble of their cells, an accepted part of business to the rag trade clientele Million dollar brands are sown for cents in dire conditions so the few can make a fortune through egotistical ambitions
The chains are now invisible thanks to economic rations, the crumbs that fall from feasting on our gaudy, bloated fashions A term itself so transient, so fleeting in its means, just like the sacrifices made so far behind the scenes © 2013 anartaoFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on May 13, 2013 Last Updated on May 13, 2013 AuthoranartaoSydney, AustraliaAboutI write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..Writing
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