1800
After the inconceivable attacks of the Redskin,
The end of the French and Indian War,
Terrorized sisters finally came to grips,
To please undeniably the pains of the shores,
Ships sailed as Africa remained weathered,
Ropes and chains contracted pitching the standards,
Men from plantations were given the meals,
Reflecting the forgotten Africa prophetic years,
Muled into thinking the hopes of rising in power,
Only to see the ropes of ships that sour,
It was recorded by slave ships from one who had a dream,
Control of womens’ children tainted by ease,
Every now and then a redskin would get through,
Only to be met by French grey coats of blue,
Bit in mouths the storm came to lift,
Exactly what the Redskin fought against ships,
Medical is far in what he seeks to obtain,
Skinning of seeing he has trapped Godly reign.
