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This is a poem I wrote about a slave trader who regrets his past. It needs a LOT of work, so please go for it! 
Wails ripping,
whips cracking.
The clink of gold,
the sobs of mothers.
Hear the cry
of the auctioneer
Hear the dragging
of the chains
Ghosts of thousands
Whisper down my neck
Souls of innocents
cry out from the ground
The stink of sweat, blood,
and cruelty remain on my hands
Those who were in bondage,
are now free.
I, who was free,
am now in bondage
All the torment I sowed,
I now reap
I have a price on my head,
though not physical,
That is far greater than
the price of all combined
The rolling of the sea has
become the churnings of guilt
The groan of a ship has
become the groans of regret
For with my one life,
I sealed the death of countless
