Journey ( To the souls lost in the Middle Passage)

From the depths of the ocean,
Comes the sound of pleading,
Of broken souls sinking,
Coursing the bowels of that ocean-
Haunting,
Their bubbles of breath,
Rising,
Rising to the surface,
Lost in the seas changing current.
I hear them all,
The small child begging,
"Mommy", "Daddy",
The elders reaching out to their families,
That last touch becoming their last memory,
They beg now for their souls to be set free,
To be unchained from this watery fate,
Toubob-fa, Toubob-fa, (kill the white man)
Were the cries of their grief stricken brethren,
But even these outcries,
Fade away as a dream,
Even as the shadows of the dawn,
Into the rhythmic lapping of the sea.


Simmone Lynch

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