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Dec 2020
And the Slave Traders said to the captured slave
you are a parasite
going to our Country
to sponge on our cotton and sugar fields
and make us spend our money fot the chains
round your neck and ankle
I should kneel on your neck and choke you to death
but you parasite will expect me
to pay for your coffin
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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