Ballad Poem

Slavery:

Slavery was well defined,
you would have to be blind,
to not see the signs,
of a terrible line of life,

you work hard or you die,
picking cotton all day and night,
swearing under their breath,
 something that excistes only in their dreams,

the day is hot,
 the night is cold,
oh when will it end?
waiting is not enough,
to keep on living,

time goes on with living hopes,
for whom will end it foever,
but who?
who would end this torment?,

finally the day that,
the night is brighter,
the day is darker,
has come and,
so has the end of our living nightmare.