By Sarah Hynes, Transition Year.
Slaving in them through pain,
Happiness they did drain,
Such power in a simple chain.
They captured freedom,
Unhappy were those within them,
Life not treated as a precious gem.
How deeply unfair,
How did those who put them there not care?
How strong slaves would have to be to bare.
Now this is all gone,
Over for it was wrong,
Now everyone has their freedom