My poem is about african slaves going to work on American plantations. I wrote this poem from the 

perspective of an african slave. This event is very important for Colombian history because african slaves 

that came to america helped us, the indians that already lived here, develop a lot more things. For 

example, the extraction of emeralds. They helped us build the culture that now we live in. I wrote this 

poem in terza rima. 

“ From Africa to the unknown lands” 

“ Then for love of filthy gold,”  

“For the need of employees to work,”

Often we hear that told

They snatch, the ones that into their eyes were pure murk, 

From our homegrown lands.

Naked on the platform laying, prepared to be a gold mine clerk.

Unprotected and with no helping hands

Day by day they took us all, 

monsters of  darkness in command. 

Hear how the Negroes whey a bawl 

making the family hearts wither as a sweat gland,

As the night wind blows up a squall.