The black ships were low laden <br />And to portugal home bound <br />They rose with that deep ocean swell <br />Slowed by the riches they had found. <br /> <br />Those black ships were a portent <br />Of a far more deadly trade <br />Of human traffic taken <br />And transported as mere slaves. <br /> <br />Deep within those black ships' hulls <br />And flaming on their sails <br />A thousand souls were crying <br />Like a chorus in those gales. <br /> <br />The winds were blowing backward <br />Each venomous black boat <br />The weight inside each one of them <br />Fought against them being afloat. <br /> <br />God he blew storms of madness <br />And sought to turn them back <br />The sea churned like a mystery <br />With the sky a vicious black. <br /> <br />The captain stood amongst them <br />Standing firm upon his deck <br />He made a pact with Lucifer <br />With the devil and with death. <br /> <br />The cargo was a sacrifice <br />The holds were emptied till <br />The ships could sail full forward <br />And then the sea did still. <br /> <br />So fill your ships with slavery <br />But of our pact you must not tell <br />My mission on this earthly place <br />Is to create as many hells <br />As i can find by seeking <br />The weakness in men's souls <br />And the emptying of principles <br />Lies in man's keen quest for gold.<br /><br />David Keig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-black-ships-were-low-laden/
