Before the slave ships docked,
People could fly,
Their magic wings pegged and locked,
They forgot about flying,
But people knew magic!
Under foreign commands,
They can longer breath the sweet scent of Africa,
The diver cracked his whip, slice of open wound,
But the magic could not depart them, One foot on the air,
They flew clumsy, to set themselves free
thank you but I need a rhyming poem if you can
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