Standing in front of the case
In arcade 8
Archaeologists found the bodies of 7 slaves
Fleeing from the 1000 degree magma surge
Caught in a doorway
Among them, they had only
Two keys and a brass hairpin
No door belonged to them
So as they ran for their lives
Duty demanded that these seven be ready
To let a commanding owner back into his home
Brass hairpin- treasured ornament of hope
These sacred objects were hidden in a corner
Basking in the shadow of a beautiful mural
A testimony to the fact that they will always
Be remembered as slaves dominated by a more civilized people
Hundreds of years later, an equally civilized nation,
Passes by and forgets the truth of history
Slavery never dies, even in the capitol of civil rights
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