Voyage

I heard her call I head her fall Trying to pass the wall Which was huge and tall Steps of men were heard Men moving in procession ahead Procession of misery To the New-world story Put in chains and dragged Dragged to start a voyage For the vision is clear They have lost again. They greatly fear the journey cost Journey towards the coast Kept in dark dungeon castles Which are not fit for cattles But for only the permanent evil Design and cultivated by devil Which halt the black land Drag poverty to the sand But all I said in my loneliness May heaven’s rich blessing come down Down on any ones TEA To help heal this open sore. They had in their hands Holy book and fancy weapons Preaching the word Holding the sword Holy book to resurrect Fancy sword weapons to destroy Teaching man’s equality Practicing man’s superiority Which compounded my inferiority Serve sugar-coffee to make me steel To heal my heart they have steal But the scar remains still.