Man cannot live by bread alone
Yet souls were sold for food
To be enslaved by those who chanted
“God is great, God is good”
Shackled together
With the Devil as their bride
In his view they lived
In his laughter they died
The vortex of inhumanity
****** them to their grave
The ship pitched forward without remorse
With no wake except an uncaring wave

There is no sound at the bottom of the ocean
The moon pulls the tide high with prejudice
The flowers wash ashore far from away from hope
The barnacles feed at the tomb of injustice

Where hands are extended to one another
To touch stone that once was flesh
The holiest of the holies rise again
In memory of a voyage that we pray was blessed
What suffering must a man endure
That he cannot rest behind a white picket fence?
Instead with nothing to live or die for
We wonder of God’s will acting at man’s expense
We will never forget our past whether right or wrong
And we will plunge the depths to discover what is true
No monument at sea will ever forgive our trespasses
And no shame will wither away in the ocean blue