The worst sight

August 19, 2015


The sun set in my eye
Of slave ship set for sail
With all my joy aboard


The window of my soul agape
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 stretch to breaking
As my treasure farther farther goes
Smaller smaller till my pupil dark
A mirror of my nation ripped apart


NaiNai (c) 2015


Picture by K A Williams ArtByWAK

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