THE WOES OF SLAVERY By E. L. TEDDY Yes, some of them who were not equal to the task slept. The remaining ones were pinned, turned, and again pinned. Those who could not make it through the sail, The white lay their bed in the icy ocean. This line of inscription, my tears fuel the pen. Go to the lord's house, The very lord of Amalgamation, "Lugard" And there on his table raise a bowl of slaves blood. Dip your feather deep inside, And allow the spirit of sympathy to night your day. Walk down the Marina- And you will behold them all, line up Lining up like a pensioner whose right the mighty eat. Some on the neck, some on the hand, and some, the legs, The burden weighs. Right inside the cave of torment, 150 went for 30. "The black lives meant nothing, the white showed". With a very humid spirit, I summoned their souls. Some placed a curse on that day, That very day Dad knew Mum. Some wished the cool hands of death could touch them, the deeds of the honeymoon. Walk d...