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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I saw black ants in a big ship After they were taken from the pits (The pits they dug themselves and received schnapps and mirror) They named the pit dungeon And were sent to a small door all at Cape Coast To be on a saviour ship that came to steal, kill and to destroy Were they forced? No, but greedy ants sent their young ants to the lizards To the father ant, it was a punishment But mother ant never heard the cry of her grandchildren (not to talk about bathing them) But the Lizards ears were flooded with cries of missing home by baby ants The ship moved slowly with forgotten dreams And came faster with pain, sickness and a new fate A lot of the ants were left in the Atlantic Just to make dinner for its inhabitants And the rest of them deposited in a land full of plantations Where their destinies were met; born to serve The ants sung songs of their land To ease their yoke But those were not enough to pay for their voyage They built sandcastles and pains And were forced to the Islands when they couldn’t build again It was there some found a new home And saved enough food before the rains started. Again, I saw black Ants, Moving in the air with burning fire in their hands To find the mother ants they left in Cape Coast And share with them the untold stories across the Atlantic And the new identities they have had But one thing they all could not forget, Is the love they have for the black home which the traders call, Africa. Inspired by true events, this poem talks about how my Ancestors were taken from Africa shipped to America to work in their plantations and later sent to the Caribbeans. Now most Caribbeans want to trace their ancestry and visit Africa to connect with their souls and ancestry
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