The Escape from Loss

Image by Jonas Fehre from Pixabay
Voiced by Samuel Rubadiri
 Have you heard the Atlantic cry
 to the Mediterranean?
 Have you heard the ancestors
 weep and gnash teeth?
  
 Years afore, in the Atlantic core
 bodies passed down the Middle 
 Passage. The undercurrent had
 cast seaweed nets on their 
 corpses, and mourned the loss.
  
 Only the moss's prayers bubbled up
 in deep blue spirituals,
 calling Justice in the ocean 
 to wake and storm
 and rise up 
 that their spirits might find refuge.
  
 Yet the waves were deaf.
 Their firm foam claws
 clasped onto the deck
 cutting away at both clansmen 
 and slavers on colonel’s fleet. 
 But the loss was truth
 whitewashed along with
 gold and negro cargo.
  
 So much was lost that one
 can never recount the countless
 loss. But I am at a loss
 when I see Africans cross
 the Mediterranean Sea as free
 -men escaping the loss of 
 their country, the loss that is 
 poverty.
  
 Freemen, who flee, return to a slavery.
 At Libya’s coast, the slaver roasts
 the Negros back, the smuggler leeches
 the Negros bank. They strip 
 them of rights and liberty, then
 ship them to laryngospasm
 “Italy” 
 to a blind sky and deaf sea
 along with the Syrian 
 as a pill in the mouth of the horizon.
  
 Have you heard the Atlantic cry
 to the Mediterranean?
 Have you heard the ancestors
 weep and gnash teeth
  
 to see their children
 swallowed at sea,
 begging the European 
 to be free?

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