Ghostship

deliverance and retribution

is the new constitution

deliverance and retribution

is the new constitution

landing on port-side

wide-eyed figures

lost

counted then numbered like cattle

named and framed

into tiny little boxes

unknown to you

Ghostships

no flag on display

eerily quiet in the cold light of day

hidden from view

beneath bowing wooden floor boards

the stifling heat

we wonder again and again why we came

money

complicity

or simple curiosity

we wonder why we left our homes

we wonder why we left all those known to us

familiarity and the sense of solidarity

then we remember

hands clasped around a sodden unholy bible

we remember

the killing the raping the wickedess things

 the shooting the violence the wickedess things

 the burning the screaming the wickedess things

 the warring the lynching the wickedess things

deliverance and retribution

is the new constitution

deliverance and retribution

is the new constitution

new world

new rights

new wrongs

another transportation

another mutation

salt marks map the routes on our veins

and the strain

as i stand here

behind lines of ghost-like faces

lines of ghost-like faces

i wait

i want to tell you the reasons for my being here

the reason I watched the road run out and the desert begin

the reasons I am running

and what I had to give

in order to live

so you remember

as you look me up and down

you must know that nothing can save us except God and salvation

so you remember

as your judgement strips me naked

fueled by history, blood and hatred

so you remember

 

the killing the raping the wickedess things

the shooting the violence the wickedess things

the burning the screaming the wickedess things

the warring the lynching the wickedess things

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