Thursday, March 21, 2019

Boats Then and Now!


Then and now boat were used

our father's gulled of kith and kin.

Whilst on line walked in chains, 

traveling through these brutal seas

In faraway land abused and used.

Silence please!

        

Boats were used then and now,

destitute mindless slaves so rumbles

alleluia chorus to their masters hymns.

So it goes, matters of the mind,

of such minds though opposed in consent,

as we sieve through history books.

        

Still, boats are used so we know,

inhumane act of fellow being.

Whilst they travelled through these sea,

Scattered tombs yet no soldiers name.

objects of their captors wish,

'Do as told or else be doomed'.

        

Whilst we speak, boats are used,

viewing deaths on these treacherous sea.

New masters baton betting rides,

such altered being impaired at heart.

Ploughing souls for sole goals gain

vanities of the brazen rich.

        

Boats adorns on trophies look;

signed to humiliate our fathers worth,

as their kids sojourns to unending quest.

Trapped in cages sold with tags,

of a dreams no greener than home,

Repeated history of servitude.

        

Boats were used these sea tells,

Objects possessed from nothingness.

Strangers to places shaped of bloods,

strength through thy own sweats.

Unwelcome in these far away lands

Awaiting a worth that never comes.

        

Mothers dreams of own child embrace,

yet perils of boats we all recounts,

many souls have gone...on sea,

how many more souls should still be lost?

slaves of promised “milk and honey”,

Forgetful of tales on thee old boats.

        

While it began from boats on sea

scriptures whites on own free ride.

hidden swords away from thy sights

flashed their cultured book inward they went,

for our land we’ve all but lost,

Woof! Whilst Gold and Silver left our shores.


Boats with souls, silence! ...minute pass.

To our leaders, please bow thou Heads,

for own shame, our mothers weep.

Could sweet dreams be made of rouge seas?

For the ikolo has to sound! Lest we forget

Ought in this future we pause. 

 

#migrantsonsea. Remembering the souls that were and continues to be lost on the seas in search of greener pastures across the Atlantic on this Poetry day.