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There the black Slave-ship swims,
 Freighted with human forms,
Whose fettered, fleshless limbs
 Are not the sport of storms.

These are the bones of Slaves;
 They gleam from the abyss;
They cry, from yawning waves,
 "We are the Witnesses!"

Within Earth's wide domains
 Are markets for men's lives;
Their necks are galled with chains,
 Their wrists are cramped with gyves.

Dead bodies, that the kite
 In deserts makes its prey;
Murders, that with affright
 Scare schoolboys from their play!