In the heat, traversing
Pawns binding
Sweating blood freely
Hoping, free to be
In hot weather
The air is raw, with a virus murmur
Many steps to go before deck
To indigenous slaves for check
Into the unknown to away
The only sound the break
Of distant waves and ship' ahoy
© daniel miltz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem