I am a vessel above the waters,
with black coarse sails blowing in the wind,
Whose course is determined by her orders,
for by her hands my fate was signed.
She soon grew less fond of me,
and steered me towards treacherous waves,
My deck once strong as steel, would become only debris.
buried in cold watery graves.
A staff was pierced deep into my sides,
the Nile and the Niger became a conflux in my heart,
And my soul was carried with the tides,
for forever from this wicked world it did part.
A gentle breeze took me faster than a blink,
down to the depths of the sea I began to sink.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2016
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