Copper is my slave name. <br />Brought from my home land. <br />Chained in the bowls of this ship. <br />Along with my fractured hip. <br />The chains wear the skin away. <br />From each sway from the waves ways. <br />Vomit and waste are on the floor. <br />Wet beams and stench - nevermore. <br />Babies born with the fetus on the floor. <br />Chains rattle and moans - like none before. <br />Big brass locks on every door. <br />Food maybe - but foul as before. <br />Bathrooms are on the floor. <br />The chains locked and secured door. <br />Yells and screams - then a silent moan. <br />Cries of yesterday and a hut home. <br />RUM-IRON-beads our cost on shore. <br />Then up the gangway into hell's door. <br />Sold at auction like history before. <br />Surely, GOD, must have a law. <br /> <br />from my new book; <br />THE BEGGAR plus SELECT POETRY <br />search: POEWHIT <br /> <br />JESUS SAVES<br /><br />JOE POEWHIT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ship-rocks-copper/
