#elminaslavecastle

(a response to Elmina Slave Castle)

Within these walls, so wicked white,

singes sin on skin, black as the night.

This sunshine stabs, blinding blue eyes.

But still, my soul sees through your lies.

Oh, won't you salt my sweaty tears?

Wipe clean my face?

Fry all my fears?

You ask me why

I heave and sigh

These people did not have to die.

Manicked by dreams of gleaming gold,

Those greedy hands reach out to hold.

Addicted, ever-craving more,

all empathy flails on the floor.

Pathetic, putrid, pasty, pale

chokes innocence for holy grail.

These wretched sick suck strength and lick,

degrading beauties. Take your pick.

Breathe in as toxic bile bursts free,

from bone to stone, eternally.

This pain swims up my feet’s two soles

burns through my heart- a million holes.

The petty pain,

such piercing pain

pounds and pulsates through my veins.

How can you eat, sleep, fuck, and pray

when you shit on such sweet life this way?

Confess your sins, you vile boy.

Tell God you treat life like a toy

and rip from brave hearts blooming joy.

Don’t worry now, silence those shrieks.

Your sentence now, our dear God speaks,

“Boy, stuff your face with flesh that wreaks,

Your murder made you meals for weeks!”

Now don’t you whine, your wretched swine.

Shove their blood down your throat like wine,

swallow the death on which you dine,

drown in the pain you called divine.

A storm of tears tore down my face,

for fierce friend’s lives lost in this place.

I cry, for they died of their race.