The sun set in my eye
Of slave ship set for sale
With all my joy abroad
The window of my soul a gape
Awaiting the return
Of my crudely taken love
The tide of tears in desperation
Rise in futile swells
To surge the ship
Back to African shores
My tears they brim and overflow
And heartstrings stretched to breaking
As my treasure farther farther goes
Smaller smaller till my pupil dark
A mirror of my nation ripped apart
Nairobi Thompson (c) 2015
Art by WAK 'The Worst Sight'
