Black Soul Ocean Blues
Updated on March 25, 2016
Man cannot live by bread alone
Yet souls were sold for food
Transported to change the destiny of a nation
Remembered now by a saddened multitude
Shackled together
With the Devil as their bride
In his view they lived
In his laughter they died
The vortex of inhumanity
Sucked them to their grave
And as the ship pitched forward without remorse
There was 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 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 we pray was blessed
What suffering must a man endure
That he cannot rest behind a white picket fence?
Instead with no pride to live and die for
He wonders of God’s will acting at man’s expense
The knowing among us will never forget the past
We will plunge the depths to discover what was true
A monument at sea cannot forgive our trespasses
And shame will never wither away in the ocean blue