My son, Ray Robinson wrote this about the slave tade. I hope you enjoy it.

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 He sits upon a chair above us all watching this world fall to ashes.  Another child starves to death, another human is bought and sold in the slave trade.  Never ending wars for religion and the innocent die in the face of chaos,while others are born in the amidst of this.  Another human recruited into this violence.  Another slit wrist bleeds for the dream to be free.  Another thought of death in the presence of death.  Can you blame the mind at the thought.  Why we have life if it only crumbles into a burial plot.