richard mitchley - poems on the slave trade - sonnet 1 - robert southey lyrics
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hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain
must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood?
for ever must your niger’s tainted flood
roll to the ravenous shark his banquet slain?
hold your mad hands! and learn at length to know
and turn your vengeance on the common foe
yon treacherous vessel and her godless crew!
let never traders with false pretext fair
set on your shores again their wicked feet:
with interdict and indignation meet
repel them, and with fire and sword pursue!
avarice, the white cadaverous fiend, is there
who spreads his toils accursed wide and far
and for his purveyor calls the demon war
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