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  • The Negro's Complaint
  • William Cowper
  • Exported from Wikisource on 03/05/20
  • Forced from home and all its pleasures,
  • Afric's coast I left forlorn;
  • To increase a stranger's treasures,
  • O'er the raging billows borne.
  • Men from England bought and sold me,
  • Paid my price in paltry gold;
  • But, though slave they have enroll'd me
  • Minds are never to be sold.
  • Still in thought as free as ever,
  • What are England's rights, I ask,
  • Me from my delights to sever,
  • Me to torture, me to task?
  • Fleecy locks and black complexion
  • Cannot forfeit nature's claim;
  • Skins may differ, but affection
  • Dwells in white and black the same.
  • Why did all-creating Nature
  • Make the plant for which we toil?
  • Sighs must fan it, tears must water,
  • Sweat of ours must dress the soil.
  • Think, ye masters iron-hearted,
  • Lolling at your jovial boards,
  • Think how many backs have smarted
  • For the sweets your cane affords.
  • Is there, as ye sometimes tell us,
  • Is there One who reigns on high?
  • Has he bid you buy and sell us,
  • Speaking from his throne, the sky?
  • Ask him, if your knotted scourges,
  • Matches, blood-extorting screws,
  • Are the means that duty urges
  • Agents of his will to use?
  • Hark! he answers—wild tornadoes,
  • Strewing yonder sea with wrecks;
  • Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
  • Are the voice with which he speaks.
  • He, foreseeing what vexations
  • Afric's sons should undergo,
  • Fix'd their tyrants' habitations
  • Where his whirlwinds answer—no.
  • By our blood in Afric wasted,
  • Ere our necks received the chain;
  • By the miseries that we tasted,
  • Crossing in our barks the main;
  • By our sufferings, since ye brought us
  • To the man-degrading mart,
  • All sustain'd by patience, taught us
  • Only by a broken heart;
  • Deem our nation brutes no longer,
  • Till some reason ye shall find
  • Worthier of regard, and stronger
  • Than the colour of our kind.
  • Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings
  • Tarnish all your boasted powers,
  • Prove that you have human feelings,
  • Ere you proudly question ours!
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