Many Furlongs
Two ... two zero countless nautical yards
Too, too many miles
time transversed thru the oceanic space continuum
Almost four hundred years of a Middle Passage journey
nears an end ...
Signaling the beginning of the reckoning
But, for the laboring chained souls,
no work furlough was ever given
Only a Middle Passage to hell,
that was paved in greed ... profit driven
A hard, stony passage thru the fire,
and only by God’s grace do we the remnant
still live
Infant lips pressed to heaved breasts ...
Hallelujah hands uplifted to express
the many harrowing escapes along the way
Oral records of innumerable braveheart
acts of heroism
Sadly, also too, too many furlongs
of forlorn sunken cries in the watery swallows
Tragic tears salt the perilous path
of a people deemed terrible from their beginning hitherto
Unleashed from captivity ... forever,
the lions of antiquity
roar unfettered strong
Having survived
the treacherous, confining storms
of many furlongs
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