APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH!
Today the spotlight shines on a poem published in 1827, in the Freedom Journal, written by Africus.
Tears Of A Slave
Adieu, to my dear native shore,
'Fo toss on the boisterous wave;
To enjoy my kindred no more,
But to weep--the tears of a SLAVE!
By the sons of freeman I'm borne,
To the land of the free and brave;
From my wife and children I'm torn,
To weep--the sad tears of a SLAVE!
When I think of mother and friends,
And the joy their countenance gave;
Ah! how my sad bosom it rends;
While weeping--the tears of a SLAVE!
Ah! now I must labour for gold,
To pamper the pride of a knave;
Ah! now I am shackled and sold
To weep-the sad tears of a SLAVE!
Keen sorrow so presses my heart,
That often I sigh for my grave;
While feeling the lash'- cruel smart!
And weeping--the tears of a SLAVE!
Ye sons, of the free and the wise,
Your tender compassion I crave;
Alas! can your bosoms despise?
The pitiful tears of a SLAVE!
Can a land of Christians so pure!
Let demons of slavery rave!
Can the angel of mercy endure,
The pitiless--tears of a SLAVE!
Just Heaven, to thee I appeal;
Hast thou not the power to save?
In mercy thy power reveal,
And dry--the sad tears of a SLAVE!