You are the last of your kind.
So sweet and tender,
Don’t run away.
Stay.
You’re magnificent.
A wonder of nature.
Majestic.
A beautiful aesthetic.
This ship has left corpses
Trailing in its wake.
Floating bones and carcass.
The machine is heartless.
It comes nearer.
The sound of its low groan
Makes waves
That can be felt through the chains of the slaves.
You will be shot.
You will bleed.
Your body will be disrespected
And our conscience neglected.
I will hold your memory
After you are gone.
The ship will be blind
For you are the last of your kind.