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Sep 2016
Taken

Beaten

**** and ******

I hear your cries

From the ocean floor

Big ships came

Like a butterfly in itsΒ  cocoon

And you smile

Your innocents fades

As you sink down

Staring up

Like millions before and after you

What did we do to deserve this

Which king did we rob?

Which princess did we offend?

That our souls fill the ocean floor

I look out at the sea

And I see

The bones of my people

Their voices muffled by the white waves

But I hear them whisper

Let our blood not beΒ in vain.
Jeremy Simba Clarke
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Jeremy Simba Clarke  The Bahamas
(The Bahamas)   
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