Like this:

sea creatures…

he him…be

 

Hee Hee Hee

we see the tall ships

He…He…sails

let her rip!!!

The problem not forgotten. 

We see them robber barons

 

with the long ships

full but no body

going nowhere

Hee Hee Hee

Nobody going no where!

 

Across the old

Solitary Grey

Down to Montague Bay

Into the ports o Monitque

We come as cargo

We is the W/M loot

Thrown in with the ivory tusks

And old shark’s tooth relics

 

Down the straits

to Dominica to the ancient ports

of call

the foul smelling

the foul willed

slavers crept like the specter of death

 

The stream of tears

Like the wake

It left cutting a path

To a land bereft with tortured cries

Where men confess their sins to men

In a land where God live

On a Golden Chain

About men neck—-

 

MAH & FAMILY VALUES

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