We sat and watched
The smooth stones our bottoms pleasure
The mighty ship approached
Its high peak tearing apart the mighty blue waters
I had taught her beauty would succor
I had taught the sea waves would break way our chains
We cried more
For our homes we will see no more
It is the end of our age
It is the close of our names
All that will be heard will be our sad tales and our
Tears at the river bank
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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