Mary Louise Buggs

(Oakland, CA, USA)

Supernatural - Poem by Mary Louise Buggs

Looking through the supernatural
I see the slave ship Moriah
Moving slowly under the hot sun
My ancestors under stress, no fun
No ticket, bodies naked and exposed
Washed down by water hose
I see Malcom, Martin, Rosa, Harriet,
Nat, Emmit, and John Brown
Reassuring them all it ain't over yet
The devil put them on the ship
God will free them some day
Listen to the drums
Freedom is on its way.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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