I was thinking of you Poemhunter
about your director like the general Grant
continues its sea voyage in storm and thunder
gathering black men and animals, watching for land,
I wonder how the old ship continues to go on
in the middle of big waves and sea tempests
I hope for you to find your dear singing sons
and to continue your route always to west.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice read, a great poem.