Le Morne Agony

Le Morne warm wind enfolds me Voices from the cliffs and the sea. As it blows the fatal slave stories Its wavelets bring their real agonies. Time like the waves come and go Their ordeals facing the brilliant glow Are miseries the vegetation covered With all persecution they suffered. In rugged slopes and prickly bushes Their hearts thumping of ambushes Slaves escaped cruelty and starvation But perished in all confrontation. Rainbows and amber gold sun rays Still shine the same as in old days. No more pirates lurked in the sand No more slaves hide on the mountain. As wave fragments become whole Their spirits embrace,soul to soul And they all join to say softly "We are the symbols of cruelty".