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The Worst Sight

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'


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