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A poem about John Newton, the lyricist of Amazing Grace
John Newton
A slave trader for many years,
Upon th’ Atlantic sea,
With no remorse or guilt or tears
For mine precious bounty.
We packed the men in tiny cells,
Their feet and hands in chains.
Four feet each man, a living hell
Wishing death to end the pain.
Some died before we reached the shore
Of the New World, promised land;
We threw the dead men overboard,
And those who could not stand.
Continues...
© Antonia Saunders (October 2013)
Except last two stanzas by John Newton (1725-1807)
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