Modern Day Slavery

My heart raged like a black sea over shore; then anchored he in the depths of an unsure land, a bleak morrow trickling from the neck of an hour-glass unto the bottom of a slave - ship. I breathe in the stench of whipped pride, at sun set beyond the Atlantic, as breeze of pines and autumn birches flog nostril hairs; and stiffened gazes, trod the white screens day and night