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We Are Your Evil Poem by Sam Leumas
We Are Your Evil
We are the shadows stitched into your velvet,
The quiet ache beneath your marble floor,
The ghosts you left behind in sunken iron—
You are our evil, pounding at the door.
You named us heathen, savage, wild, and lesser,
To wash your bloodied hands of holy sin;
You are our evil, cutting through the river,
Tearing our native tongues out from within.
You traded flesh for sugar, soil for silver,
And called your plunder progress, light, and grace;
You are our evil, binding us in collars,
Trying to wipe our memory from space.
Across the oceans, where the sea remembers,
In distant hills where ancient gods were slain,
You are our evil, crushing weary shoulders,
Building your riches on our silent pain.
Now look upon the world your empire fashioned,
The scars you carved across each shore and head—
You are our evil, weight upon your conscience,
We are the truth you buried with the dead.
You call us broken, vengeful, dark, and bitter,
To mask the guilt that holds your heart in thrall—
You are our evil, architect of ruin,
And we the mirror to your final fall.
We Are Your Evil Poem by Sam Leumas
We Are Your Evil
We are the shadows stitched into your velvet,
The quiet ache beneath your marble floor,
The ghosts you left behind in sunken iron—
You are our evil, pounding at the door.
You named us heathen, savage, wild, and lesser,
To wash your bloodied hands of holy sin;
You are our evil, cutting through the river,
Tearing our native tongues out from within.
You traded flesh for sugar, soil for silver,
And called your plunder progress, light, and grace;
You are our evil, binding us in collars,
Trying to wipe our memory from space.
Across the oceans, where the sea remembers,
In distant hills where ancient gods were slain,
You are our evil, crushing weary shoulders,
Building your riches on our silent pain.
Now look upon the world your empire fashioned,
The scars you carved across each shore and head—
You are our evil, weight upon your conscience,
We are the truth you buried with the dead.
You call us broken, vengeful, dark, and bitter,
To mask the guilt that holds your heart in thrall—
You are our evil, architect of ruin,
And we the mirror to your final fall.
Joyce Bryant
https://samepassage.org/joyce-bryant/
Joyce Bryant
https://samepassage.org/joyce-bryant/
Harriet Tubman was one of the most famous conductors on the Underground Railroad, a secret network of safe houses, routes, and abolitionists who helped enslaved people escape from the American South to free states and Canada.
After escaping slavery herself in 1849, Tubman repeatedly risked her life by returning to slave-holding states to guide others to freedom. Historians generally credit her with personally leading about 70 enslaved people to freedom through approximately 13 rescue missions, while many others escaped using information and instructions she provided.
https://samepassage.org/harriet-tubman/
Harriet Tubman was one of the most famous conductors on the Underground Railroad, a secret network of safe houses, routes, and abolitionists who helped enslaved people escape from the American South to free states and Canada.
After escaping slavery herself in 1849, Tubman repeatedly risked her life by returning to slave-holding states to guide others to freedom. Historians generally credit her with personally leading about 70 enslaved people to freedom through approximately 13 rescue missions, while many others escaped using information and instructions she provided.
https://samepassage.org/harriet-tubman/
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