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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Goree Island Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: February/2014 I see the blood of my ancestors that swell in the Atlantic ocean on Goree Island - The unmerciful ill winds that fell over my people, in Senegal, on that horrific night, brought the European's, across the Atlantic, to our Village - Everything in the world changed forever, and will never be forgotten, when the "unthinkable" cruel acts of slavery, cloaked my people like darkness in the night - White men dressed in British formal attire, brought with them, bullwhip's, chains, machetes, and rifles, to capture us..... to ENSLAVE us! We were brutally beaten, and taken to the House of Slaves, on Goree Island - The malice intent of the British, intensified our suffering at the slave house, as they cuffed us to the walls, in neck, waist, and ankle chains - Days would pass, some of us died from diseases, and starvation, while waiting for the slave ship to come from the Americas - The hideous inhumane acts by the British, sold us as property, as we were auctioned off as commodity, to the Americas, during the Atlantic Slave Trade The mournful ness in our helpless eyes, spoke of horrendous fear, as a feeling of distraught, distress, and despair, clothed us like death - We are innocent people that will never see our families again Our homeland again - It's unfathomable, to see black souls in chains, taking those final usurious steps towards the "Door Of No Return," in the House Of Slaves, which left its ugly mark, on the whole global earth - Once through the Door Of No Return, we were sold to the Americas, and faced a future of severe beatings, burnings, hangings, lynchings, and rape - To this day, ancient spirits of black people, still scream in rage on Goree Island, where an untold number of us were slaughtered, and branded before walking through the slave door, of an uncertain future - The ominous clouds of slavery, will forever cast a dark shadow, over the House Of Slaves, the Door Of No Return, and the world - Goree Island, in the Atlantic Ocean, will forever cry tears of blood, from the souls of black people -
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