A day spent in the warm embrace, my brothers, sisters and me, I see you, you see me; locked in embrace like we were meant to be, Moments I did spend broken, for my once removed brothers and sisters in Timor Leste, Peace to my brothers and my sisters, for were all once, Separated by … Continue reading Soul connection.
“Sold” shouts the auctioneer. As I look my Wife in the eyes, tears running down her face. I’m being taken away, unlikely to see her again. Who am I? I am a commodity, an item, an object. I was born into slavery, just like my father and his father before him; slavery is all I … Continue reading Why slavery is not only humane but good for the economy.