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[sid] => 152108
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bloods of Caribbean
[time] => 2009-08-09 11:10:29
[hometext] => at 1626, In St. Kitts, French colonialists killed 2000 Kalinagoe people by the side of Stone fort river; Saint Kitts( In the Caribbean’s) only spared one was the most beautiful Kalingo women who was constrained into slavery.
[bodytext] => Behold from the sea, my lost brothers, Rouse from your deep silence. Emerge from the swallowed shell, Enticed with darkened solitude. Today you are to arouse, Through my voice, with my flesh. Brother, show me your pain, spare your anguish, Let me lament in this debris. As I forbade you, forgot you, Your curse never freed me. In my nights of dread, it is fury I hear, The voice of that most sorrowed one. She, with godlike divinity, They did, spared their desired one, By the rapture of wilds. Seems like it was the play of nature, For me to stir. You were asleep; they incised your neck, You woke; to got slain, To find your body tossed to that ghaut. Remember that dark river? By its site you use to worship! To whom I wonder, to the god, only lured by them? They sailed here, for to rule, I guess, you were the one from afar, The man eater, the voodoo doll’er! They took your trust, obscuring with servility, And when the vial broke, you vanished like bugs. Some say your blood mingled for three days, In that river; pouring it to the subterranean sea, The blue, warm and crystal Caribbean. You still summon, don’t you? Now they call it the bloody point, Do eyes get moistened, do breathes grave, At bloody point? No they don’t. Still, you are the beast, Rapt by human. Oh, confer me your dejection, As this soul to be yoked with yours. Taught me the divinity, That you learned all along. And bless me with your long embraced anger. As today, all their kudos be broken, Torn to parts, be botched one by one. And take me back to time. For your pain to soothe, Let all the torpidity beflamed. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 75 [informant] => mysticmercury [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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