Captives

He came across the ocean
     and landed on their shore,
Looked at all the scenery
     he’d never seen before;
But his head was spinning madly
     and his barefoot feet were sore,
So he boarded ship and sailed away
     to be seen nevermore.

It was the strangest evening
     as the sea breezes did sing,
And somewhere in the distance
     heard bells of freedom ring.
He came and went with most he had
     but left one single thing:
A crudely written sign that said
     “I’ve claimed this for my King”.

They’ve waited and they’ve waited
     through pouring rains and sun;
They’ve waited in the mornings
     long after days were done.
Sometimes numbers were waning,
     sometimes was only one;
Though they’ve waited and waited
     no more boats did ever come.

They once held the dinners
     just near the landing site,
Music played and people danced
     throughout most of the night.
Oft’ they’d read the yellow words
     from the sign that stands upright,
But one and all will tell you, now,
     freedom’s but a fading light.

There been funerals, there been newborns
     as the tides ran high and low,
Everyone has got a name
     though there be not one you know.
If you’re ever passing by
     won’t you stop and say “hello”?
They’ll make you feel most welcome
     and they’ll never let you go!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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