I thought William Cowper's "Sweet Meat has Sour Sauce, or, The Slave-Trader in the Dumps" (pg 294) was really awesome. His approach, listing things as if they are macabre gifts, was way more in your face (at least in my opinion) than it would've been if he had just said, "These things are bad; see how bad?" Where he really got my attention was the third stanza:
"'Tis a curious assortment of dainty regales,
To tickle the negroes with when the ship sails,
Fine chains for the neck, and a cat with nine tails,
Which nobodym &c."
Definitely sent the tingly chills across the back of my neck.
I have more to say about this reading, but, alas, it is time to get ready for school.
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