Chains around my emotions

Anger 

at the massacre

women raped

men disgraced

children molested

anger

but at whom

the merchants who profited

The farmers who used

or the chiefs who sold

Dissapointment

at its present state

those who deny it happened

those who use it as an excuse

those who sentimentalize it

Shame

at its sight

those who once were

those who once owned

those who once justified it

Guilt

my sentiments 

towards the sons and daughters

of all who profited from it

The shackles are now rusty

the ship are rotten

the plantations are razed

the distinctions remain

the institutions stand

the excuses continue to echo

what then should i feel about slavery.