BY FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER
The sale began—young girls were there, Defenseless in their wretchedness,
Whose stifled sobs of deep despair Revealed their anguish and distress.
And mothers stood, with streaming eyes,
And saw their dearest children sold;
Unheeded rose their bitter cries,
While tyrants bartered them for gold.
|Auction Barn Jackson Lee Nesbitt Courtesy of Morris Museum of Art|
For these in sable forms may dwell—
Gazed on the husband of her youth,
With anguish none may paint or tell.
The impress of their Maker's hand,
And frail and shrinking children too,
Were gathered in that mournful band.
Ye who have laid your loved to rest,
And wept above their lifeless clay,
Know not the anguish of that breast,
Whose loved are rudely torn away.
|Cattle Auction Wayne Grindberg|
Are bosoms rudely forced to part,
And how a dull and heavy weight
Will press the life-drops from the heart.
Now I know many will criticize the dreaded comparison... As for me, it's crystal clear that the analogies fit.
886 cattle and calves and a Young Farmers’ Club slave auction were just some of the highlights at Bakewell auction.
|© FARMERS GUARDIAN Farmer's daughter Steph in the slave auction.|
Whose to say it shouldn't be so?
There's much to correct on the disturbing and dangerous systems that peddle flesh as a commodity.
|Free the Slaves|