Forgotten Ship |
by Brenda Louise Lewis |
Yesterday sailed a slave ship Capture human brutality Chained, contorted, bound, defiant, sprawling, reeking scents of human flesh in a dark and deadly hole, creaking, crickety, wooden planks, rocking to the motion of a thoughtless sea of suffering and tears, moaning mercy to a tribal home. O'er the horizon, a distant shore, an auction block, a laborer's plight, comely protest, sacrifice for freedom, trumpeting a moment for justice, a slippery vestige of a journey on yesterday's slave ship. |