The Bridge of No Return
Hundred steps I made
From soiled ground to the bridge of cursed shade
Three dungeons of heroic souls
Locked up over four hundred in shoals
Living souls of eddies drilling
Dying breaths of bodies shrilling
Hidden story of men of courage
To die in Atlantic is sweeter than bondage
Eighteen hundred and three was the year
Freedom is the peal in every man's ear.
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2023
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