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Atlantic
Contributed by
warhamer
on
Saturday, 24th March 2012 @ 09:39:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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I stood upon the deck my hand at the stern It was early in the morning with the suns golden red against the blue sea The salty breeze flowing through my hair And the slow rocking of our mighty vessel lulling my eyes
We had started in Elizabeths land Our ship laden heavy with weapons of all sorts Then we set south with fair winds guiding us down the coast The captain had us land aground than at a port of safe haven
We waited for some time enjoying the respite we were given Finally traders came from inland by way of foot Leading trains of dark skinned savages bound by heavy chains of iron around their collars We gave them the goods of our homeland and filled our ships hold with these men
Then we set sail for the West Indies across the sea But amidst the journey the slaves escaped And took hold of our vessel without a sword drawn Now I lay in the water waiting for deaths cold embrace
Copyright of Andrew Ryan Hardwick
Copyright ©
warhamer
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2012-03-24 21:39:24] (Date/Time posted on
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