Humanities Poems

Those poor children that were so innocent one say, they never thought the very breath of their dreams would be torn to a stop. Many of them were separated from their pleading mothers, and stripped from their culture. Their black, heavy long hair, which symbolized their traditions, was cut short, leaving a sorrowful void to fill their hearts alone. The iron horses brought these children to a strange land they didn't know. The only thing these children found to do was cry and be unheard, be ignored and forced to follow the stranger's orders. They decided to submit their freedom and quietly mourn for their slaughtered happiness, while a few others still did not realize their will and spirit meant to be broken, and rebelled against the cruel fate that bestowed upon them, only succumbing to hopelessness and despair in the corner they found secret from the cold, white prisons. Their spirit was a living heart that beat with endless hope. Some of their spirits died and found out the horrible truth, while others crawled from the darkness, and struggled to keep their fading hearts beating with some fallen, distant dream.