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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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