I wish i had been there,
wish i had seen it all,
...sailed among them,
...seen them crack up,
bulging under the folds of human flesh,
...the breeze of slavery,
..puncuated by the stench of rotting corpses,
...human excretion,
...the sweat of poverty,
....wish it had blown across my face too,
my spirit...wish it had swept over the polished boards of her 'majesties decks',
...seen with my own eyes
The chosen ones...standing below the mast,
the medallions of their 'loyal' service to the queen glimmering
taking a sip of the best
the 'rotten indians' had to offer,
biting off...rather stale piieces of chestnut cake,
as the keepers of hades,
open their gates once more to another black son! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good work..very strong