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The voyage to freedom never has been
Nor ever will be…free of tempestuous seas
And battered sails while rogue pirates
Lie over each horizon…moored
At each welcoming shore
To barter new routes
Of concentric circles
Of old middle passages
Having new tolls
Where increased value remains
The same old devalued human tender…
Old time black gold
Now treasured as fresh social prey
For the new Big Game street hunters
Stalking in mantis-like style…
Aping the viciousness of herald ancestors
Who used auction blocks to sell stolen freedoms
Of those whose unwanted voyage they had invested…
Stolen freedoms now being purchased with coins of death:
Thus, in the spirit and strength of Noah…
Let us gather one to the other…on the Old Ship of Zion
Voyaging upon the waters of the sea of life…with the winds
Of the Unmoved Mover forever in our mended sails---
Carrying us to land upon the promised shore of redemption…
Where the bridegroom of freedom having long purchased our restitution.
